A Creative So Brave

It is hard to enter
when I’ve traveled so far
yet bemoan disembarking
from the seat of my car

Don’t Tell Me

How odd to wake
with a song stuck
in my head, though
I had not heard it
for years
before then.

Morning Space

My travel chums are buckled tight
no need for bags aboard this flight

I find a spot where bugs and stones
are yesterday’s unburdened bones

A Warm Meal

The Chevy’s bed is full
of kids who parents left–
too busy now to stay
for practice bunts and plays.

Christmas Clutter

The minute Christmas Day expires, the decor
is strone in piles–amidst the plastic bins
with lids. At once inspired, today is dull,
and lifeless and worn.