Selected Poems
There is no thanks for that
I was your hung out scare crow
only along for this short ride
standing alone watching, outside.
Round square in your middle, your center
for your unique ¾ of a lap run around the sun
you lugged each of our precious children.
I, an orange glowing jack-o-lantern face
hoped at them, from and for the distance.
When I am finally gone, I know I will only be
the lonely leprechaun, they will never quite see.
