The Dog Wants A Burger, a poem

We walk on the beach
one of us wrestles seaweed
The tide goes out
one us says, God’s speed!

We run into other dogs
one of us pretends I’m not there
I suggest some restraint
one of us flies through the air

One of us gets a burger
on the ride home
I suggest the ball
One of us wants a bone


Sitting In A Favorite Chair, a poem

It seems to finish alone,
the evening silent blue,
the call of butterflies
in silence overdue

And pen in hand I scratch,
like morning hungry hens,
but all is silent chair,
the sleep of soft pink wrens

Yet in an often dream,
the poem is success,
in slow swim of night
the heart finds ways to bless