poets dance with their own words
she dances with two left feet
cute to watch
in all her seriousness
doesn’t have rhythm
doesn’t know it
love is one strange cat
30.17 and fair one day
fair skies blue eyes
—-but then—--
barometric pressure falling fast
28.90 and stormy the next
winds all over the place
front coming in from the west
trough sinking south
she’s getting mad
beware the eye of the storm
thunder and lightning
category 5 approaches
ask your doctor if death is right for you
