Relative

Happiness sure is
relative; everything so
dances in nature.

Bike

I park my old bike
outside of your shop each day
and hope you notice.

My head spins out of control
when your sunshine smile finds me.

Mannequin

Life-size in stature
hard to differentiate
from the real Mccoy.

Silk Spun Magic

Silken webs woven in patterns
spread across my window when
my attention wanes in winter.

My sole concern consists clearly
in where the co-authors of the colony
could be when not at home.

See, harmless hairy spiders
terrify me horribly even when
the human is much bigger.

Coffee Table

When they cleared the land
to build their new home,
a man on a bicycle stopped
and asked if he could
buy the trees. Upon
examination, the wood
was not solid. Instead,
he said I'll build you
a coffee table.

The trees were gone,
the house was built,
and life went on. Three
years later comes
a knock on the door,
a somewhat familiar man
holds a coffee table, grins
and says, I bet you thought
I forgot!

The Sentinel

The sentinel glowers
as he watches from within
his dark and gloomy frame.

He guards the door.
He is the door.
Enter at your own risk.

Beyond the facade
only a few dare to loiter.
Will you be the next

to enter the chasm?

Look

The old lady leans heavily on her grandson
for support and to keep him close to her.
She is stopped once again in front
of the big white house on the corner.

She's waddled this way every day for a week.
And each time, she stops and stares, mesmerized
by the unkempt yard and house. She sees
what no longer exists except in her mind.

Her grandson is very patient with the old woman.
But, they have plans for later and need to get back.
He asks what attracts her so much that they stop
every single time they walk around the block.

Oh, I used to know some people that lived here.
But, no, this is the halfway mark of our walk. I just
like to catch my breath here and aggravate the old
rascal inside because he's confined to a wheelchair.

See them steps? He doesn't get out often.