
Before you met me
you seemed so cool and carefree …
and a bit badass.

Before you met me
you seemed so cool and carefree …
and a bit badass.

Before I met you
I’d never stolen lilacs
for anyone else.

The calloused farmer
cradles his newly born son,
awkwardly tender.

Before I met you
I thought I was so darned cool.
Clueless, more like it.

My dear old classmates,
so very innocent, and,
so very human.

Your grandmother said,
“You want to find a good man?
Go to church, honey.”

Waking at midnight …
tender words and embraces …
drifting off assured.

That first flush of love
when all your longing and hope
find their focal point.

I may be away,
but my thoughts lie down with you,
my beloved one.

Haiku about poetry and life
We’re playing a game,
calling out “Marco!” “Marco!”
just to hear “Polo!”