A joke and two brief poems
Totally enclosed pistachio nuts need to go to shell.
“Contrails” by yours truly
Contrails in the sky
From the nearby military base,
Like artificial clouds
That blend in with the real ones.
Training fighter jets,
No regrets.
“Mountain Man” by yours truly
Mountain man.
Do what you can.
Master plan.
Now a big beard.
It itches,
But at this elevation
It helps warm from windy chill.