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Poetry

Expectations

Expectations

What you thought was, wasn’t.
What you think is, isn’t.
It’s like putting out
a new idea, but the last
words won’t come
and your listener
completes it for you.
Yes, Yes, you exclaim.
Until you arrive you can’t know
the “that’s it,” and perhaps

Messenger

Messenger

Behold that old sink in a small enterprise, hardly
a centerpiece effort, but still taking up space in a
corner of the warehouse.

A wire soap dish hangs from the faucet and a ragged
gray towel has its place dangling from a rusty rack at
the sink’s side, and the faucet drips.

Do we talk about the faucet presenting itself as a
still-life scene, or the drip or just the sink—as its own story?

Bond

Bond

An old friend
came to visit—
a few days with
one who shared
grade school times;
like a brother he
calls me and
I am moved.
Stretches of years
from time-to-time—

Caps

Caps

Caps are back in fashion
in town, especially for men.
This because baseball caps
and their offspring
are de rigeur among financial types
strutting their informality
along Wall and LaSalle,
crowning their tasteful top coats
and sensible shoes with this
regular guy adornment.

Fear

Fear

Is fear our most impeding quality?
I say yes. True,

we’re taught rightly from birth
that fear can serve us well.
We know those times and
circumstances. So be it. Yet 

what undermines us is fear’s adult
falsehood—epidemic among us—

Arriving

Arriving

We know each other,
not really well.
I come to your office.
Before I sit down,
you ask if I’d like coffee.
I say yes.
We go to the alcove
together and fill up.
When we return
there’s the agenda—

The Season is On!

The Season is On!

Baseball

Look at you
with all your seams
holding you in to
perceived perfection,
when you’re really a
fat lady in a corset
who’s been rolled.

 

Looking For My Heart

Looking For My Heart

Aspiration

A true act
of nature
is skipping stones,
an extension
of a skipping heart.
I see a certain
kind of fly
that lights quickly

This Growth Thing Is Up To You

This Growth Thing Is Up To You

Bal-Hoola

I’ve been to Bal-Hoola
don’t ask me to say
would you want to go there?
then be on your way
I’ve been to Bal-Hoola
don’t ask me to say
what does a lad learn there?
will make a man gray

How Far Do I Go?

How Far Do I Go?

Trampled

Are you on the road
to stop?
I mean, how long
will you travel?
Do you wonder
how much
you should endure?
You look tired,

What Does The Horse Know?

What Does The Horse Know?

Horse

I don’t know what
was about you
that caught me,
more than my eye.
It was a body-long shaft,
an abrupt instant,
an explosion, force
almost beyond reckoning

Poetry? On The Job?

Poetry? On The Job?

Are you kiddin’ me?

Executives pickin' up ideas in a poetry reading group? I don't think so!

  • Big 4 tax accountants at an offsite
  • Construction equipment designers in the conference room at lunch
  • Copywriters coming into the office on a string of Saturdays?
  • Careerists-of-faith in houses of worship and urban high-rises

Really, poetry? You think there’s a there there???

Maybe . . .

Magic

Magic

There’s a rush
that comes
in the presence
of a true talent—
a creativity that
knocks me down flat
as a squirrel in a hard storm.
I say to such
an executive,
let me share something,

Modeling and Making of a CEO

Modeling and Making of a CEO

Depth

Slow down, he says.
Find your place slowly.
Speed must be for spurts,
I think, then,
because his words,
not just the content,
sound husky, dry,
learned, like corn