I wonder what the neighbors think
Of our
Sidewalk chalk outlines of the kids
Each kid likes to get done twice
Four little bodies outlined on the pavement
What a sight!
Do they feel they’ve encountered a
Grisly crime scene?
Probably not
Considering
The sidewalk chalk tracing is a weekly thing

There is no way to play with fire
It can be used
But not played with
Fire wants to be a tool
Not a toy

You won’t notice my presence
You may not notice me gone
Noticing me
Seems to be
The one thing you do wrong

He’s not a star
He’s a constellation
Cluster of brights
Far
Far                                                     Away
Ever  elusive 👽
Yet
Shiny brilliant light
Prone to a shoot ☄️
Just as soon as one sees
Off goes one of Apollo’s feet
Ever so far away from me

Sometimes I do it
Fall for the hype
Acting like something is just my type
Not because I want it to be
But because I think
"That could be me,"
But take a step back
And then I can see
It's something I'd never want to be

I thought it would be
An impossibility
That you wouldn’t inspire me
To write more poetry
But you don’t care to see
So I’m really only writing for me
I suppose that’s the best way to be
Self-inspired poetry
But unfortunately
I am mostly bored by me
How can I not be?
When I am always stuck with me
Now I’m mostly bored with you
You give me nothing to believe
Nothing new to see
And when you share the same old thing
It’s rarely

Geese love to announce themselves
Repeatedly
The hopeful honking
A gaggle of geese