Passing the Pen Group Poems

Birds (Not Ducks)

Birds can always fly, 

It don’t matter the luck. 

The sun cascaded a rainbow on the Bird’s wing 

FLITTING, FLIPPING, FLEETING 

The caged bird may also sing 

The seagull squawked twice, then suddenly stopped. 

The crow is the coolest bird 

It’s is inevitable – since my 50th birthday I suddenly can’t stop seek app identifying all the birds 

FLY FLY FLY FLY 

Dogs

In this place he’d never been,  

The husky tries to bury his food at the perimeter of the 

Hotel room beds – moving 

Between the two Queen beds. 

Scratching at the nasty carpet 

He creates a shape for his 

Food, burying it, making a map. The husky panting/scratching 

Dogs always know, the sister 

Said 

- Watch any horror movie, 

& see the empty doorways fill 

He met me at the gate 

I didn’t know we were 

Friends like that 

It was the other dog 

That I gave extra treats to 

But, in easy to please 

To right there, at the gate 

Our friendship was solidified 

Ruff Ruff . . .   Meow. 

Fluffy poodle for curling 

Between fingers 

Beaches

Beach Bums 

And floating sunsets 

Are eternally 

Livin’ on the Run 

Grains of sand, 

Buckets of pebbles, 

A chain of pink shells, 

A warning in  

A bottle –  

Yello paper, 

Sand eddies 

Beware the tide 

Wearing down with time 

Grains shrinking and new 

Grains emerging. 

Museum

The lights flickered 

On and off, 

And off. . .  

Tyrannosaurus rex suspended 

Like a pterodactyl  

A collection of memories 

Through the ages 

Through the mind. 

The empty husks of rail cars sit with ghosts. 

The HVAC rolls and is a part of La Primavera 

Got a thousand year old chihuahua and she sleeps like a log. 

Back in my first year in America I went to the Holocaust Museum, it broke my heart, and I lost a love. 

Freedom is the ability to keep cool in a loud madness of this livin’ absurdity