Ross Lakes Poems
- Little Foxes Spoil Vines He accumulates, in increments, ...
- When The Illusion Fails My front porch muse makes Deep pools...
- The Point Of Reclamation Her skin was darker than his, ...
- Under The Sun Some Pit-dweller kid, I wonder, Did he ...
- Chalk Lady A pink burnoose, or Peach perhaps, but always ...
- Produce Chronicling the advance from the walls of a castle ...
- Yet Unsung The farms and factories are filled with Unwritten...
BA Purdue University, Rhetorical and Mass Communication Theory/Television Production.
MA Ball State University, Public Speaking
Currently Instructor of Public Speaking, Business Communications and Introduction to Communications on Downtown Campus of Pima Community College, Tucson, Arizona. more »
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Little Foxes Spoil Vines
He accumulates, in increments,
Tiny bits of wasted time: he
Remembers he forgot the keys,
Reviews the menu seven times,
Reaches for salt
When he really wants pepper,
And hosts a torturous debate
On chocolate or vanilla.
He contemplates his fascinating
Features in the mirror,
And dances in the shower,
Then rushes to school, late again,
Forgets to grab his books again
And teaches from the hip.
He can lose an hour easily by
Looking up some pointless fact,
And research on the internet
Becomes a pop-up hell.
Like the ...