They operated on my foot today,
Removing glass that thought to stay.
Then they say it wasn’t glass,
Which made me think of a winsome lass.
(It was dark and we had been skinny-dipping,
Our young bodies battling the chill with our
As she turned her bike to ride away,
She ran over my foot, breaking a small bone.
I can’t remember why or what we argued about,
But will always remember her. And the diagnosis
Needles and blades,
Digging in my foot.
Don’t have a rhyme here,
Isn’t that a hoot?
Sammy and Daddy, sitting in a tree.
First comes a stretch, then comes a yawn,
Hopefully we don’t fall down to the lawn.
Sammy and I were snuggling,
And what do you suppose?
When I skritch her under the chin,
Her ears tickle my nose!
Losing myself out on Chumash land,
So peaceful, serene, every nook and cranny.
Went into the woods to chase a dream and
Wound up lying amongst the Frangipani…