Switching

  Switching Adjust boom windward As storm approaches— Gales and waves toss us Like a child’s toy boat at bath time Can you see the storm approaching? Jibe, tack, plant cautious feet Don’t play around like a child at bath time Mind the mature and callous sea The...

The Guest

The Guest     He tramples on my azaleas, barges right in— no ringing   the bell or hearty knock– plants himself right beside me   on the couch. Of course. The old tusker won’t leave me alone,   ribbing, winking, and nodding my direction...