How can they begin

to make America great 

again? Start by not lying?

~

Maybe recognize

that America’s greatness

remains, despite their efforts?

Waiting three hours

to see the bloody doctor!

At least he gave us good news.

~

At the end of three

hours your glass was emptied.

Glad it was refilled.

Knock, knock, who isn’t

there? My fellow poet, please

come near. I won’t bite.

~ 

You may not bite me,

but the same can not be said

of my car’s knock, knock, noshing!

If we play, rainy

days can lift us up instead

of getting us down.

~

Glorious summer

rains are made for outdoor play;

winter rains for indoor games.

As the snow slowly

loses its pristine, white sheen,

is there something to be gleaned?

~

As with everything,

purity loses luster

the longer it a-lingers.

The birds are very 

clear: ” Go to the store. Look. Buy

some birdfeed. Winter draws near.”

~

Bird’s all a Twitter,

demanding we meet its needs;

hungering for attention.

Hercules labored.

Conspicuously absent

was shoveling snow.

~

Or all the mundane

daily tasks that those who care

do regularly.

We are skidding on

thin ice literally and

figuratively.

~

Skidding and skating,

even on the thinnest ice,

sure beats falling through.

Drawing a deep breath

opens up many options

beyond those deafening screams.

~

A good response to

tweets from individual

referred to as # 1.

Just a reminder.

Seventy-six years ago,

your awesome mother was born.

~

How many more ’til

she begins to acquire

a patina of wisdom?