Two dozen jeweled orbs,
holding secrets or promise.
Half full or hard boiled?

Slipped step or false start
Somedays the heart just stutters
The bed won't get made

We are all alike:
Each of us has a birthday
and loves to be loved

Water, lights, trash, gas —
The stuff we never notice
until it goes wrong

One more pot of soup
before the relentless heat
and then, gazpacho.

Big magnetic moon
shines for everyone tonight.
Especially you.

One girl swims long laps,
One dives deep, and then there's me
in Eau de Chlorine

Watching arrivals —
my girl's back on solid ground
and my heart takes flight

As the sun dips deep
I bump into an old friend
and feel new again

We all know deep down:
Poetry is everything
(but most folks aren't asked)