I have no excuse
for never mowing the lawn
still I make him mow

shopping for chickens
building a coop to house them
shoveling their shit

smell the bamboo leaves
sticky smell of tomatoes
pepper nasturtiums

R.I.P. Randy Pausch

October 23rd, 1960- July 25h, 2008

legs circulating
feet stamping tarnished floor boards
old friends dance tonight

a chirp here or there
of race car tires gripping
the curves of the track

thistle grabs my pants
pricks me as I pull it off
yards are for nature