These are old people retired and driving slowly from small apartments in economy cars getting out on canes

We are to each other now many decades later what we were the day we got married, a couple at the kitchen table on

I turn the porch light on because it’s dark when I go out to find the morning paper. It’s still dark when I start back but when I’m on the porch I reach

Although it snowed a little Wedne… Jane’s hyacinths are blooming. And in the yard she saw this morni… 50 robins hopping in the sun. Some flew in couples into trees

In your mind you hear words snarling all day long but no poem arrives. The words are locked

Some say when daffodils shoot up Spring is here. It’s safe to put away your boots and shovels.

Decades ago a small college out in the boondocks put Ambrose, a freshman, on a Greyhound Bus to attend a student convention in New York.

Sam’s collected knives for 50 year… and has 200, maybe more, relics from the Civil War and before. Someone gave him his first knife when he was 30 as a gift but

Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.

Unlike his peers his office holds no photo of a wife no indication that he has fathered five

Puerto Rican girl thin, thin, let street lights pour bourbon on your hair, anise on your skin.

Leaves on a Japanese Maple dance auburn in the wind remind me of that mother crossing Michigan Avenue before the light changes

Strong man Samson told Delilah seven locks of hair were the secret of his strength

Young hummingbird swirls and darts to the red feeder. Black cat waits below. Donal Mahoney