Random Poems

 

Investing in the Bronx

Coyote and I were returning from Van Cortlandt Park, where we admired the bronze statue of a coyote at the southwest entrance. “Do you remember the Vietnam War?” he asked. “It was long, full of atrocities, and we didn’t win,” I replied. “Exactly,” he said. “Much like the war America has waged against coyotes. Shot, trapped, poisoned, and yet here we are,” he said with obvious satisfaction. “Yes,” I replied, “and losing a war never stopped us from starting another.” “True,” Coyote responded, “but enough of this, I’m thinking of buying that little place across the street, let’s try the pizza to be sure it’s a good investment.” “Okay,” I said. “Double pepperoni? “ “You bet,” he replied.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carry On

Redbird sings his cheery note
on this rainy summer solstice.
Sunlight or shadow
the song carries on,
hope is a hymn for all weather.

 

 

Down Afton Mountain

The soft sigh
of a summer’s night
slides down Afton Mountain,
lightning
nipping at errant clouds,
like collies
bringing sheep
across the Shenandoah.