The Little Planet Daily

Bike Trail

Canvasback ducks
way below me on the river
like a handful of black eyed peas
tossed on a blue quilt,
goes by before
I can stop
to wonder.

By The Library

Two men were singing in a parking lot.
No one on the street seemed to notice.
Or we did but we were bothered,
On our way to where ever we were going.
Like the poet who read before the band played,
Or the redwing blackbird in back of the pizza place.
It’s not what you expect.
It’s like gathering up your day like an armload of groceries
And a can of corn falls and rolls under a counter.
You are tempted to leave it
But you know you can’t.

From The Universe

Tumor.
Bummer.

Wet Dog

I am a wet dog
Lying on my back.
Wriggling on the good new rug,
It’s my drying rack.

I almost died, cut me some slack.
My peeps took me to the vet,
God how they fussed over me,
But I’m back now in the pack.

Now I think I’ll sleep a bit,
Unless you want to play.
Hurry up with your answer,
I haven’t got all day.