I live in one of those small
mostly untainted towns
not trendy, just funky and innocent
the kind that’s becoming rara villa en terra.
No Starbucks.

But modern winds bring dust and particles
from larger cities around.
They have infected our fauna
which are morphing before our eyes.

Last week I was at the pond
where the deer come to drink at dusk
and my heart broke.

There was that huge seven-point whitetail buck
the one I so admired
huge, taut and fast
but instead of hooves
he was trod with Goodyear offroad tires.
He saw me see him
and embarrassed turned and sped away into the trees
leaving rubber treadmarks in the loam.

First love forever lasts.
Cinders from the past
Gather fire from the cold
In your heart light a spark.
First love forever lasts.
In your eyes it alights
In the middle of the nights
Turns a drop of tear.
First love forever lasts.
When you get up in the morn
You see it appear
In renewal’s attire.

Keys
Find it hard
If often not
You change password.

Witty
Finds humor
In self-pity.

A porter dies in accident
Reported a reporter
Little knowing
The porter
A poet
Unmindful
Of traffic rule
In spite of his load
Hadn’t his eyes on road.

Pretty colored flowers
That are orange, red and yellow
In the Spring air
Flowers are the sweetest things
god ever made...
Magnificent!

Just as I had penned the day’s last thought
I heard a pleading very faint
‘Would you leave us here in the dark to rot
Your palette’s leftover color and paint?
We ran the day out stealing for your sight
Whatever stokes your passion
Colored your dreams painted them bright
Molded each of them to perfection.
But you close the door on us once your job is done
Discard us in your mind with disdain
Instead of taking us out to spread on everyone
For us to be alive in your palette once again’.