A few brief poems
“Boss” by yours truly
“You’re not the boss of me!” my young nephew said once.
I repeated the statement once to my real office boss.
I think he knew I was joking but replied flat serious, “no I am and can fire you.”
Had a teenage friend who would call others “boss” when he didn’t seem to remember their names. Kind of funny.
“Whirr” by yours truly
Winds again whirring
On a dark early morning.
Alone with your yearning,
Alone with yearning.
Always learning.
“Evaporation” by yours truly
Evaporation
She’s gone
Into the air,
Left to despair.
What does it matter?
What does it matter?
Let air take the liquid away.
At least my papers won’t be damaged now.
“Flash” by yours truly
Flash light,
So bright,
Helps at night.
Can’t sleep?.
Alright.
Hang tight.
Flash right.
Stay bright.
“Hack” by yours truly
Nice racket
If you can hack it.