Rocket Ships

Rocket ships

are exciting

but so are roses

on a birthday.

      -- Leonard Nimoy

Roses deliver

but so does a chicory spray

sweaty-gripped

by a toddler

Diamonds excite

but so do love songs

scrawled in chalk

across blackboard sky

Love's lyric

needs no byline

when adorned with adjectives

tattooed above the heart

The etymology

of our love affair

can be traced from the air

like cropmarks

Today is the 50th anniversary of the Star Trek original series! This is cause for celebration at my house. I wrote this poem a couple years ago, I think before Leonard Nimoy passed away. It is published in my most recent book, Heart Container. Live long and prosper!

Pass

Shriek of blue jays

and a good ole American crow

woke me on Labor Day

dropping the flag on next season.

I could cry.

It’s just too fast,

the passing of plays. Just unfair,

half-time of my half-century

arriving as I still resist adjusting.

Not ready yet for cheerleaders,

courting by a chorus of crows.

Flash 55 in the Imaginary Garden!