After Dusk

dewdrop peace begins at dusk
still red the sky is staying
crickets with the bullfrogs sing
fireflies flash while playing
the night abuzz with crazy life
only people sleeping
animals know what time is best
the dark their secrets keeping
Dec. 1995

Thoughts

Where are you going and
how are you getting there?
My thoughts are lost in
pocket lint
Where do yours go when
you aren't paying attention?
I bet there's a lot of extra
ones floating around in the
pond out back.
That must be why the fish
I caught is so smart.
sometimes they fall into
the empty bottles in the recycling bin.
I think that's where new ideas
come from.
My only problem is the big hole
in my pocket.
Dec. 1995