The Writer's Poke

Who cares if I don’t? Students spur me to pierce their unresponsiveness.

Put on your coat now – The calendar says May, but Minnesota laughs.

Bed, I’ll see you soon. The day without you is long, And I dream of you.

Sometimes the past smarts. We pledge to “never forget,” But what have we learned?

Afternoon sleep mode – Recharging for night warfare, a blessed way to live.

The large lady slurped Coke, ate chips, filled out puzzles -- Her heart beats, for now.

Squirrels recognize Fall. Running here and there, searching for nutty goodness.