Life compared to trains
Running over slippery rails
Stoking cold engines
It mustn’t be all that bad
Hitch to the good, all aboard
tanka
Dream Stage Tanka
Everyday stuff
Keep it all under tight wraps
Mundane is okay
Wrong, status quo sucks the life
Be bold, court new challenges
Squatters Rights
Territorial
Where you poop makes a spot yours
Keep it in the bowl
Because there is too much scat
We could all use some more space
Netty Pot Head
A nostril may go sieve
An inhale bringing life in
Exhales send it out
Let water flow in and out
Let life be with the water
My Personal Joy
The way people are
Is not the way I should be
Bad only brings bad
Acting the right way allows
Freedom from their ignorance
Steam Rising
Body steam rising
Demonstrating hard effort
Cold air pulling heat
Leaving pure satisfaction
Deep inside a panting soul
That place of everything hot
E (1)
Briefly, he panted,
Seventy pounds of muscle
Soaking in the sun
One moment, tongue dangling,
The next…curled up in a ball
March
Clouds walking the sky
Blotting out a Spring day’s sun
Prolonging winter
Wanting to sit on the deck
Not willing to deal with cold
Finding
Crossing great divides
Pushing mental barriers
Transcending normal
To find uncommon pathways
Is to learn who we can be
