morning walk

to a neighbor upon refusing my plea for help

What were you thinking when you heard me plead
to speak to your husband? Do you recall?
You should ensure you are never in need.

Is flooding one’s house a femme fatale’s ploy
to coax men within, to woo and enthrall?
What were you thinking when you heard me plead?

Perhaps broken hoses, gushing full-speed,
spew forth soggy love shacks with nymphs wall-to-wall.
You should ensure you are never in need.

Does abundance of water make jealousy feed?
Marshy my office! So squishy my hall!
What were you thinking when you heard me plead?

The main, now closed, let the waters recede
despite your reply, indifference withal.
You should ensure you are never in need.

Misfortune’s a bitch. I hope you pay heed
if karma repays impervious gall.
What were you thinking when you heard me plead?
You should ensure you are never in need!

morning rose leaves

sentimental value

There comes a point

when it no longer matters
who is right or wrong,

but who
has the most to gain or lose.

When choosing
between logic and sentiment,

I venture a guess

that sentiment claims
more value from the start.

morning walk at sea pines

the annunciation

Holy Mother, when the angel Gabriel
greets you in Nazareth, you seem
more fearful of his presence
than the news he brings.
Was he not soft spoken? Were his wings
not magnificent, their silken feathers
glistening in the sun? If only
an angel had counseled me. Perhaps
I would have chosen differently, assured
by his beauty that all things
are meant for glory, even a child born
to a young girl steeped in sin,
whose longing for her lover’s touch
gleamed more brightly,
more beautifully than the flames
of hell are horrid. If only I had laid eyes
on those ethereal, silken wings.

pink rose in full bloom