Although I am not hopeful about the future of our species or even the planet as we know it, in my poetry I take a lighter view and play with thoughts that make me laugh or astound me. I hope readers also have fun with these poems, which are mostly jokes and yet are all serious.
A WASTED PLACE
On what some would call vacant
land, my German shepherd used to chase
woodchucks and incautious young rabbits.
A trespasser, I gathered crabapple
blossoms in spring and red velvet
staghorn sumac berries in fall.
I saw the rare little white or whorled
milkweed progress to feathered seed.
Each in their seasons came
trillium, Solomon’s seal, spiderwort,
evening lychnis, bladder campion,
phlox and primrose and chicory,
multitudes of others, and above
them red-winged bl...