Hangs out a pink sign
Short pants draw my attention
Dry dog needs water
Hangs out a pink sign
When Sun took a shine to Moon,
her cheeks rouged, and lips crimsoned,
interested, he reflected.
They rarely saw each other,
Moon struggled to rise early,
he got tired but stayed up late.
Moon had never felt so hot,
but as darking time approached
Sun necessarily turned cold.
Clouds comforted lonely Moon,
vapors caressed her features
and tinted their pearly feathers.
West Wind carried Cumulus,
rosy makeup painted sky,
pale Moon stared at colorful scene.
You visited the city
where I have long resided,
not so easy getting ‘round,
neither one of us can drive.
First strolled through my neighborhood,
showed you all the grocery stores,
then, together, walked my dog,
obviously, you wanted more.
Had to visit those locales
in your glossy bright brochure,
places tourists must not miss,
I’d forgotten their allure.
We took the number 7
through areas of working class
high school kids, screaming babies,
long ride, bus did not go fast.
But, the Park destination,
wild woods and cultivation,
peace of Japanese gardens,
surpassed your expectations.
Handy to have a senior’s
pass, good for the trolley too,
Little Italy, Hillcrest,
we could have gone to the Zoo.
35 to Ocean Beach,
then to the Reservation
had mountain view, big buffet,
and blackjack conversation.
You’re home from your holiday,
happy for our excursions,
I’m glad getting where we went
worth effort of exertion.
I foresee informal celebration:
Whole Foods take-out and bubbled libation,
with Jim, our dog, and Chris, my childhood friend,
the evening rings greetings received and sent.
At 9 it’s midnight in New York’s Times Square,
crowds look cold, happy I’m here not there.
Soon enough, our west coast cheers and kisses,
Cozmo will wag his first New Year’s wishes.
Each year that passes with much left un-done,
leaves gifts of purpose in our newest one.
I filled my spirit, because it felt thin,
with a big buffet of Christmas films.
Most were corny, sentimental features
filled with new love, kids, and furry creatures.
Pleasant to view TV celebrations,
but we had not put up decorations.
Seemed quite an effort to install a tree,
with family away, there’s just him and me.
Days jingled closer to the twenty-fifth,
still was indifferent to jolly old myths.
But, Jim brought in boxes from the garage,
soon the tree stood where it would lodge.
If that’s what he wants, I thought with a sigh,
I’d follow and give the season a try.
Out came ornaments from many a year,
some made me smile, others conjured up tears.
The tree filled with an unthemed selection,
positively glowed Christmas reflections.
More than one way to celebrate the hype,
dinner for friends, and with family we’ll Skype.
Puppies grow into companions
happy to remain where they’re raised.
Children feel stuck in home’s canyons
wishing on stars parents don’t gaze.
Purchased birds cling to their cages,
seem content with their inside lives,
but children seek wider ranges,
they need to fly when they can drive.
Puppies and parakeets liven
where children once played and chattered,
a house still a caring haven
though not the heart of what matters.