Vacillating Benny, an ancient che… now retired from Monsanto, must de… if a poem his friend Ron has sent… is good enough for his hobby journ… Benny finally decides to let the p…

Two doves on a telephone wire wait tor the blue jays to finish e… bread put out for the birds. When the jays arrived, sparrows fled into the trees

It’s not Clyde who sleeps in a different doorway every night to avoid the cops and it’s not Wayne who sleeps in the

Harley turned 70 the other day and died riding his motorcycle through a pink dawn,

Porch light bright all night keeps thieves away but not the moths that dance till dawn

The beauty of gray I never noticed until the other day I saw this mockingbird, a quiet beauty in gray,

It’s midnight and I’m too tired to stroll in my Wall Street garden to check on the nightlife among the flowers

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.

Used to be she’d tell him what to get at the grocery store and he always brought it back. Now she makes a list.

Hearts are stopping faster than usual among people I know and people I don’t married to other people

There are a lot of people like me neither rich nor poor, idling in the middle who have never wante… for anything in our lives. We were reared by parents

The old man crossing the street has a bad limp we try to ignore. No one wants to look