Two poems and a joke
“Silence Two” by yours truly
Silent aubade.
What’s made is made.
Then cavalcade.
Debt to be paid.
Memories fade
Then return
Til you’re in an urn.
“Blue” by yours truly
Blue air on the low horizon
Obscuring the foothills.:
Above white clouds or grey.
The blue and the grey.
And big flockx of birds:
Too much for words.
Like fighter jets on mission.
Is it commission?
A joke
No, honey,
I don’t find your conversation and conspiracy theories
Boring in the slightest but think I will take a cat nap.
SNORE! SNORE! SNORE!
Well, that was refreshing.
Where were we?