Three poems from this morning:

Looking Out Upon the Pond

From a shaded park bench amongst
the trees a most naturistic place,
carefully planned and planted by man
with their best effort to look unplanned.

The pond, built with bulldozers
and graders and a backhoe or two,
stocked with sundry fish from sundry places.

Even though I know it is an artificial
piece of nature, it works as the random,
unplanned ducks glide about making me
remember ducks, in a park faraway in time
and distance, where I fed my fritos to them
and they seemed to like it.

Blue Moon Before Sunrise

Light around the black out curtain
and the antback travels across
the tree and then the stem of the leaf
and from the broad oak leaf forms
a floating brigade of black and red

Oh well, Okeechobee,
a lake turned to sea,
no tea cake today,
just deep black muck
sweet, sweet cane,
fires and smoke.

Twelve Words

bacon, boloney, tacos
beer, coffee, gumbo
cornbread dressing
korma, and softshell crabs.