ODE TO LOVE

I haven’t written a rhyming poem since I was a child! Sitting on my back lanai watching a painted gecko dipping into my spent teacup on a blissful, sunny Hawaiian winter day, I thought, ‘Why not have some fun?’ And so I offer up this little ditty....

Well Met

Strange fruit – shape and husks like the mottled purple-white breasts of small dying birds, scattered on asphalt. Running together, life and death in the avenue. That we choose one over the other – fight like cancer to linger in this place – affirms...