That sudden burst of

roadside blue – could it be some 

bachelors eager for summer?

~

Anticipating

a buoyant Beltane ballet

with Buttercups and Bluebells!

The ground we’re standing,

often governs who we see

as heroes and as villains.

~

Taking the high ground

will help us see them far more

comprehensively.

How many aides does

it take to change his light bulb

when dark thoughts fill every room?

~

Since roaches relish

dimly lit nooks and crannies,

where’s the incentive to change?

Waiting two hours

for this pointless appointment:

Federal Efficiency.

~

Hours come and go.

Some move fast and some move slow.

Mind and heart take their measure.

If it’s progress we

want, let’s stop building walls and 

shredding the truth.

   ~

Some believe they’re Right

to build walls to keep folk out,

to lock truth deniers in.

Endless foolishness,

flowing freely from the swamp,

inundating hearts and minds.

~

Nothing that flows from

that swamp is free, as many

soy farmers have discovered.

Just trying to be

patient with my impatience

and that of others .

~

Just so long as you’re

loving to the odious

and their patent odium.

In equal measure,

elation and misery

scaffold this glorious life.

~

And then there’s all that

falls between these two extremes

and glues it all together.

It’s not for lack of

wise teachers that we remain

heartbreakingly ignorant.

~

Like stubborn horses

with our bits between our teeth,

from that trough, we will not feast.

Just because we’re not

laboring for your pleasure,

doesn’t mean we’re at leisure.

~

Your pleasure is not

 a measure of a job done

honestly and well.

.

To govern well, don’t

you have to be able to

first govern yourself?

~

Intemperate acts,

unregulated passions,

model modern government.

Too incompetent

to successfully collude

despite ample willingness?

~

Perfect example

of the apple not falling

too far from the tree.

Middle school students,

insulted by policeman,

invite him to meet and talk.

~

Is he man enough

to admit childish acts

before that jury of peers?

How have I managed,

these fifty five years alive,

without kenning hollies bloom?

~

Minds must bend, limbs must

quake when such kenning happens

before it’s too late.

Hark! What is that sound

we hear? Could it be good hearts

singing lullabies to fear?

~

Heart-felt harmonies

with compassionate refrains

muffles discordant malice.

When the world assumes

this lemony patina,

one can’t help but gasp.

~

Can’t make lemonade

out of this patina, so

it’s best to wear a face mask.

How many songs must

the prospective jailbird sing

til someone buys his record?

~

Jailbirds and ConMen

will spin their broken record

until their tunes hit the mark.

Swirling roadside spill,

environmental nightmare!

That’s no yellow paint… Pollen!

~

I take it you fail

to appreciate the fine

artistry of Spring.

A tracery of

new green adorns fields and woods.

Where is there new green in you?

~

 There is certainly

none hiding in my wallet,

given my chosen profession.

Opposites attract,

‘least that’s what they always said.

Where, then, is the common ground?

~

When they each stretch out

their hands to one another

they’ll find common ground.

Children torn from their

parents – an American

dream turns into a nightmare.

~

We the people can

wake up, reverse the nightmare,

elect compassion.

What acerbic fool

insists upon some litmus test

just to show he’s no one’s tool?

~

And fails to realize

all the while that he has

fallen for another’s guile.

Our dogs and Trump

have something in common. They’ll

howl til they get attention.

~

 If your dogs had hands,

they, and the groper in chief

might be even more alike

Solid surety

in politics, poetry;

artful ambiguity

~

Something to strive for

though not easy to achieve

and yet we still try.

Why search far, why search

wide when what you’re looking for

can be found inside?

~

Why bother searching

at all? Why not just sit there

contemplating Vulpine News!

This whipsaw climate,

squeezed between shifting seasons:

can we find stability?

~

Each season has its

reasons and sometimes, like now,

we can’t listen to either.

Oh say can you see

any help for a nation

gone so far astray?

~

Riotous bombast

lights the way forward instead

of righteous indignation

Are some citizens

worth less than any others

based upon the votes they cast?

~

The answer one gives

shows something about one’s own

 qualifications to choose.

While we sing a song

of sixpence, he sits in the

White House counting his money.

~

Sixpence merits song!

Tuppence and a groat is good

when all you got’s ha’pennies

“Self-sufficiency!”

screams the egotistic flea

nestled on giant’s shoulders.

~

From this lofty perch

there is much that he can’t see –

like his own dependency.