what I’m learning

Life’s a parking lot and then you die.
If it isn’t some idiot taking driving lessons
on his cell phone who cuts you off
or drives into the space you’re waiting for,
then it’s some old guy taking a nap
behind you in his idling SUV while you’re
trying to back out. I could go on.

There are polite people in parking lots
so social theorists say. I am sure
that the guy who Continue reading

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To the gathering

I was afraid of this:
each in turn has proposed a toast;
now I must rise and,
known for eloquence
in print,
must improvise,
in seconds,
what normally takes
three hours
on paper.

Hi That was great, Tom (insert name insulting nickname)
I wish I could speak speechify as well as Continue reading

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right

The child was mystified. The teacher repeated the question:
“if I have an apple in my left hand and an orange in my right— take
a wild guess: what is the question?” The child shrugged his shoulders,
lips arched, hands palms up. The teacher, a kind woman, sighed silently.

And so she should. The question is always harder than the answer.
The student who spends the time seeking questions is Continue reading

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