quo vadis?

Little fingers guide the pen
easily over the vellum wild
crafting there Picasso’s wish
to draw as simply a child.

From his memory he invokes
the scene in the room below
a man, his guitar, a table and plant
and a picture frame just so.

So clean, so true is the miracle
we all know what this is:
a moment that could define the now
or a moment lost in wishes.

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little boys

loud honking trucks
in our living room
zooming crashing
trains routing around
the coffee table
tall cranes swinging
large structures emerging
from the carpet
sounds of industry and effort
sputtering from future
captains of industry
under our Christmas tree

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Maple Syrup Slurping

Apple pie is best
warm and syrup dressed.
You can go with cheddar
but maple syrup’s better.

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