On this day, my get up and go
Got up and went.

Yoked to my own ambition
I plod forward
Horns down, hooves solid, just pull.

But I look out the window where
The pink trunks of Queen Emma lilies
gleam in the daily dose of sunshine
meted out by the goddesses of Hawaii

I am thinking in paragraphs
each thought 
bumping into an indent
One more tab in
and the plodding thought
lands like a cow pie
So I start again
plodding forward
these fields of imagination
aren’t going to plow themselves

Clouds, a Haiku

Joy at the door, a poem

​It’s just a Christmas tree, 
just some goofy colorful ornaments
stockings on hooks Santas on stands.  These tall doors don’t accommodate wreaths.  Just a couple sparkly outdoor ornaments Just a little printed message carved out and painted silver  Just a sparkly J and an O and a Y  to greet the oh-so-occasional visitors.  But it is a bit of cheer
kept in bins, out in the garage
and every year, we decide
whether to decorate or hunker down
This year passed, filled with curses and lies.  This year past, of all the years sprouted hope like mung beans in the fridge.  Just in time to turn the tide and I decorate
to celebrate with a J and an O and a Y at the front door.

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