Big And Fast

Me and my little Civic Idle at an intersection To make a left turn
A leviathan Ram 1500 Pulls up along side
Dwarfs me
I look up, see his tattoos Me, Mr. stick shift
Him all automatic
His rumble to my purr His exhaust pipe
Size of a sewer cover His boom box thumps
His monster flag snaps His decal “TRUMP”
Mine “ Trees are Good” Light green- he lurches
Off the starting line
Like a 100 meter track star I shift into first gear
He’s gone,
I wait for passing traffic To make a left turn
Behind me an impatient honk By another big ass
Oversize battleship
My 25 mpg to his 12

Middle Of The Bed

On my knees, bent over Pulling weeds from a lettuce bed,
Small 4 inch seedlings eclipsed By a wall of weeds
It’s slow, hot, and frustrating A look down the bed
Can’t even see the lettuce And there’s no one else to share
The misery of removing the invaders A solid strip of green mostly weeds
I signed on for this And at this point
This is torture, and thankless I feel like I’ll never finish
To have the satisfaction of Finishing the job the farmer asked me.
I imagine someone holding a crate Packed with fresh lettuce bunches
Being passed to a volunteer At a soup kitchen to make salad.

Belongs There

Cutout pieces
Lay on a studio desk
With scissors, mount board, and glue
I arrange, find the right balance
I stare, move pieces here and there
The collage just doesn’t come together
It’s not there yet I leave the table
Wind blows the pieces astray
I return, pick them up,
Lay them down again
Ah! It belongs over there.