Sieve

To each their own

Front page celebrity

To the wholly unknown

For me and my wife

Unbeknownst to us a home

Rather sips and gravitation on the road

Everybody has a home

I am told

Those with simple desires

Even those whose desires are

More bold

In New York City

Rather a pass through

Than a stable

I wish I could say it’s home

Unfortunately

I am unable

So my heart wonders

From Oregon to the

Waters of Florida

I wonder if there is a place

Where our daily life is full lived

Rather than having it go through

The city sieve

No complaints

Restrain from bad words to give

It’s just my worried heart

Weighing out the negatives

The Single Bird on the Avenue

A single bird flies down Manhattan Avenue

2 wings flapping strong in the wind

Gentle acceleration

Calling out lightly at 6 AM

Such stillness can exist in the city

High hitting trains come to a stop

To see this small bird perched atop

The brownstones of Brooklyn

Resting its wings

To begin it’s ritual sing

Lighten the roads with laughter

The clanking of iron clad walls

Retracted

Open for business now

Seemingly attractive

Deliveries on time and delayed

Now I rush out the door

To see the bird fly away

Vast Land Appeal

The country mind

Somehow growing up dreaming of the city

The bright lights

Open all night

The bustle of people

And feeling alright

Yet differently

How the city mind

Grows up dreaming of the country fields

Wind swept

Vast land appeal

There is no perfect remedy to this deal

For one desires the other

For the other can never be

What the city life provides

The country life will never be

So fill life full with many experiences

Long for the city

Long for the fields

The experiences we gain

We be our minds true yield

Reminiscent and Familiar

Coffee and smoked salmon

Lingers in my mouth

I reach for the ignition of my car

Live lived with the simple pleasures

The caffeine

Protein

Keep me alive

Awake

For trips near and far

Reminiscent and familiar

I have learned each city

By the letters that spell the name

Some far off distant

Others very much the same

The dash must be 108

Indiana summer feels so hot today

The leather scorching to touch

I grab my seat belt

Roasted in the reflecting sun

I quickly pull my hand back

Take a deep breathe

Very close to home

Yet ever far away

As the sweat drips down my face

This Memorial Day