Three poems
“Thin” by yours truly
Thin white clouds
Low over foothills.
Some of the clouds look like
Rugged mountains in the distance
Beyond the hills.
A bit of color
In the morning sky,
And some of memory.
Why oh why?
I am getting thin too.
“Pistachioland” by yours truly
“We must invade Pistachioland (aka Pistachiostan)
Yes, pistachios are tasty and healthy
But a bit salty
Even if they do not come out their shells
Without difficulty.
We must invade.”
“But what about collateral damage
To almonds and peanuts?”
“This is nuts!”
“Buyer” by yours truly
“Buyer beware.”
“I don’t want to buy you,
And you can’t buy me.
In the store, I would leave you on the shelf
And go sit on a tree.
And please don’t stare
Mr. Buyer Beware.”
“It’s a loving gaze.
Not a stare.”
“I don’t care. Sometimes
You make me want to pull out
My hair!”