A Notebook – Since 2007
If as you see this
in a trice & begin
fleet to wander
anon trolley sails
of moment flows
on bæc and fill
this pause will
catch you up
in a jiffy wink.
Hissy fits of sun
spots the rains
come fall here
spring there we
climb the roof
of being float
waters down
in two shakes.
That’s all for now
there may be false
springs but there
is no false fall.
Note: For cartoons sans much lingo, visit Laconic Cartoons.
Today, and today, and today –
never today will it be tomorrow,
the cat creeping about like yesterday,
filling her box like there’s no futurity.
Yet tomorrow times our day without delay,
though it remains as dark as ones past.
Today’s light will soon turn cold, burnt to nub
where the candle once stood so tall and proud,
center stage, lighting all around and into all
corners and crevices, minutes and seconds.
Poor today whose hour is usurped by what’s
yet to play and whose voice can’t be heard
over yesterday’s, and what happens off
stage makes more noise than this display.
The Coming of the Toads 