Poem
You’re here—
and if you relax
for a moment
your back
and other parts
will arrive
and you can be
together,
with yourself,
a little happiness.
Sweeping Away
What I want to do
is to forget everything
I ever knew about poetry
and sweep the pine needles
off the cabin roof
and watch them fly away
into this October afternoon
The pen is mightier than the sword
but today the broom
is mightier than the pen