an Alzheimer's stranger,
he wheels in
and joins our party.

Married Love

Ancient and bent,
after pushing her wheelchair,
he feeds her.

on my tongue
I taste the bitter words--
potent medicine.

crouching tiger
hidden in the early morning fog
the fog lifts

early morning
giving way to stifling day
the fog lifts

early morning reality
disappears
in the foggy mirage

loud summer thunder
the dog jumps up on my lap
the tension's broken

through my brain
crystalline sounds drift...
your music

We beg her--get help!
Horrified, she circles the
wagon of one.

Moving towards the light,
I drive away from darkness--
rainbow in my rear view.

winter lullaby
warm laundry, soft music
sleeping animal

seven squirrels
culinary cramming--
first freeze

morning coffee--
liquid motivation,
barely tasted

in a daze--
life without taste
or smell

new diet
orange juice and chicken soup
waiting to breathe

no poems
my head is too stuffed
with crap

after church
bamboo thicket growing
in the alley

sweet tea, bills paid
fall weather in August
life is good

silently, sternly,
judging me from on high
bookshelf cat

middle aged and
still rockin' for God
Catholic boomer