spun from the loom
of a windmill
a day so blue
a high-energy drink
would only ruin it

"I still say a church steeple with a lightning rod on top shows a lack of confidence."

~Doug MacLeod

"The world has achieved brilliance without conscience. Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants."

~ Omar Bradley

not bothered at all
by the latest scandal
the crows
conduct their own search
of the church parking lot

like old friends
I sit among
the bald cypress
on a welcome mat
of fallen needles

celebrating our 28th
wedding anniversary
our server informs us
that this is the year
of the tiger

whoever once lived here
has since moved away
in the absence of trees
the glade makes do
with poverty grass

with gun sights placed
over congressional districts
maybe it's not a good idea
to let children attend
palin's tea parties

who needs
doppler radar
a sinus headache
tells me there's more
rain on the way

walking around
the hoodoos
I refuse to challenge
the agility
of lichens

as though
they were talking
too loud in church
a sudden cold snap
quiets the spring peepers

opening up
the wrong door
at the lemp mansion
I find out where the ghosts
keep their cleaning supplies