
May it never be!
That I fail to remember
the gift of your love.

May it never be!
That I fail to remember
the gift of your love.

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

A curious thought —
what if God were like Bob Ross,
painting happy trees?

I must turn away
All the suffering I see.
I cannot bear it.

Midwinter warm spell,
Evening mist, tree frog calling,
“Cro-cro-cro-crocus!”

Hard Times Haiku
I guess we were poor.
Didn’t know what we were missing.
Quite unlike today.

If not for football
Or the women I have loved
I’d hardly know pain.

Pop fixed everything.
Pity that talent wasn’t
hereditary.

Faith of our forebears.
No organ. No liturgy.
Just Jesus. That’s all.

I had just one job:
“Watch the bacon, don’t burn it.”
Forgive me, I’ve sinned.