Be either Cold or Hot
(A bike & coffee poem)
Cool morning in May
Cold hands on the bars
Warm smiles at the Poetry Post
Hot Starbucks in my grasp
HISTORY OF THE WESTSIDE
WIND BLOWS/THROUGH POETS’ WORDS
THESE WESTSIDE PATHS/SPEAK TO ME
WE ONCE RAN FREE/THROUGH MARY’S WOODS
FIRST LOVE FOUND/ON SAND BANK’S CREST
WE RETURN HOME/ALWAYS.
