under florescent lights
thoughts cease
fold themselves
into paper airplanes
flown by
careless children
then
forgotten
12/2/2014
under florescent lights
thoughts cease
fold themselves
into paper airplanes
flown by
careless children
then
forgotten
12/2/2014
above the knoll
of weapons
pale full moon
strangled gently

Now comes the princess, fair and fine
Playing near pond fringed with grasses
Saying, “Watch this ball that is mine.”
I watch her as she passes.
The golden ball fallen in pond is my chance
It bounces, drops down muddy bottom stuck in the water
On my lily pad, I jump and do a waltz and dance
It is my own girl, I have waited for her.
“Come on back, come on back, take me with you.”
She hastens away, skirts flying behind, laughing in delight
I jump from the pond, leaping my green frog body fro and to
My princess when she hears me, exclaims in fright,
“Oh father, oh father, I know not this frog.”
I say, “My fair lady, you promised!” The king
proclaims sternly, “A promise is kept, even one from a bog.”
I ate from her plate, but she flung me away from her pillow. I went ping!
My request for the pillow denied
As princess and prince now we will abide.
And behind me
Still lavender blue night framed in my rear view mirror
I leave bare branch trees
Dark lines against my treasured city
Ahead wild seagulls whirl and dip
Angels of the refuse
Of our existence
3/24/2014