Three short poems from 10 25 2021

Jasper 

A rusty town 

of failing strip malls 

and closed up

red brick businesses

a grand Boulevard 

called Central Avenue

lined with mansions

of merchants and planters

Shoe

On a paper

I keep in my shoe

I have written

everything I know

but the ink

is old and faded

(credit to Jim Croce for the 2nd verse)

Sweet Aphids

I took my Bible

to read under

the pecan tree

the aphids

dropped honeydew

now my scripture

is covered

In sweet sticky shit.