Stolen

she mentioned poem theft
 when i went to Toronto
 and i laughed and laughed
 
 would someone steal poems
 so specific to my life
 day after day… kids??
 
 would they steal this pic
 formulated by daughters’
 view of this bright world?
 
 would they steal these plates
 drying when hot water broke
 no plumber can come?
 
 would they steal our ride
 our dip in the river, creek?
 and claim it’s their poem?
 
 would they fix plumbing?
 be my man–wire phone lines?
 they couldn’t be me
 
 my poems, words, are mine
 trapped here for worldwide view
 no one would steal them
 
 

The End of Road Trip 2015

one last lunch break stop
 at the last Pony Express
 history to chew
 
 five thousand miles
 sixteen states, three Great Lakes,
 one foreign province
 
 home to our daddy
 waiting with open arms, love
 and Denver’s sunshine
 

Day Twenty-One, Road Trip 2015

all ages love boats,
 skyline tower views, no waves,
 island tree climbing
 
 parks make cities nice
 waterfront, shady, crowd free
 not these skyscrapers
 
 multicolored ride
 subway, tunnel underground
 (to hide from winter)
 
 what about fresh air?
 facing the snowy cold day?
 not in Toronto
 
 for now, sun shines through
 we see commerce’s belly
 windows heaven down
 
 it’s hard to picture
 winter’s isolating freeze
 (even fruit hides here)
 
 that’s what it’s like now
 just before our trek back home
 (last time i’ll see her)
 
 in tunnels, hiding
 just like friendships wax and wane
 waiting to come back
 
 

Day Twenty, Road Trip 2015

New York left behind
 tears in my throat once again
 goodbye hilly farms
 
 off to Canada
 tourists, crazy drivers
 (no speeding tickets?)
 
 traffic jam entrance
 into tall tower city
 and strange busker fest
 
 no one greets us, ‘eh’
 just my friend, daughter’s namesake
 waiting with a meal
 
 i miss the silence
 the small waves of Finger Lakes
 coaxing me to sleep
 
 sigh… the road takes us
 through ups and downs, silence, crowds…
 as i’ve asked it to
 
 

Day Five, Road Trip 2015

one last garden stop
 hard to say if we’ll be back
 beaches, lakes… await
 
 

Atardecer

sun sets on weak legs
 worn out from the bottom up
 urban nature view
 
 

Bike to Work Day

battle scars unwashed
 floods, fallen trees, tornadoes
 nothing but the bike
 

All You Need is Love

A couple examples of the diversity of South HS, our city, and our society: one family had a 105-year-old Caucasian great-grandma, a 70-something grandma (a South alumnus), an adopted son from Vietnam (also a South alumnus), his Vietnamese wife and freshman son.
 
 Another family lived in a duplex. On one side lived two moms. We walked through the younger son’s bedroom to the other half of the duplex where the two dads lived. They are all raising two sons.
 
 Both families received us warmly and had well-spoken, artistic, athletic children who want to come to our school for its friendliness and DIVERSITY.
 
 These are eye-opening experiences. You can see firsthand that the only thing that really makes a family is LOVE.
 
 If you took a moment to really see what it’s like on the other side of closed doors, your whole worldview could change. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
 
 
 

Weathering

flat tire, blue sky
 my Saturday summer break
 (till summer school ends)
 
 goslings with goslings
 we cycle through challenges
 and beat the rain home
 
 My Brother’s Bar waits
 with a perfect patio
 and Arnold Palmers
 
 REI repairs
 what’s left of my human faith
 ride home: tires full
 
 the creek overflows
 not enough to stop my girl
 (daredevil like me)
 
 now, patio time
 lighter rain than what we’ve had
 such is life, weather
 

Call to Prayer

my morning prayer call:
 please end these flooding puddles
 water can destroy
 
 our house ruined thrice
 our hope so oft washed away
 ponds where there was lawn
 
 but look at the view
 the first-world rainy view
 to make my request
 
 after the drenched walk
 to a surprise bonus check
 to start my summer
 
 it’s like He listened
 by midday? pools and blue skies
 walking can save souls