My Straw North

The old county

Where I grew up

The straw north

Outside the state park

Where you could hear the rides

At night

Off the highway

That creaked in the evening

And cracked at dawn

The fields filled with

Corn and life

Back on

The other side

Downtown Grass

Amidst the highest

Of high rises

The darkest of pavement

The cracks in the road

And where we always go

There is the downtown grass

As green as a bouquet

Rising the spirts

Of the city dwellers

Who get

That mother nature

Is a part of life

No matter where

We go

From Now On

From now on

I will be better

At what I do

From now on

I will let go

Of what I can’t undo

From now on

I will look ahead

From now on

I will finish the things I’ve said

From now on

I will put my best forward

From now on

It’ll be ever onward

Poems for a Poet

Poems are for the poets

Surely not for me

“Words” are a better fitting

In the way I see

Although it has no pretense

No context

Or clearly guided path

I am just a homeless man

Not a gifted Sylvia Plath

Putting words to a paper

As fast as I can

There is no plan or arrangement

Just the connections made

And dues still to be paid

Electric Steer

With my hands off the wheel

Waiting room mints in my pocket

I wait as the launch goes

As quick as a rocket

From this direction

I can see a hopeful sign

Of growth

To become more fully realized

Is my hope

The Far Side of Life

On the far side

Of life

I have said many goodbyes

A few hellos

Quite a few yes’s

And the occasional no

I have grown

To come and know

What is good in life

What is to be cherished

What wastes time

And what is meritless

So everyday I rise

And smile

For what time we have here

Is just a short

While