Knoxed Out

One thousand and one games of tug of war,

 an equal number of fetch the ball

and I bet you’ll never guess

who grew tired first.

Knox or me?




Autumn Shift

A yellow leaf drifts

slowly to the ground

as a mourning dove

flies upward to the trees –

a moving passage.

.                                      JDG


I thought I heard the trees

whispering among themselves:

“What humans really need

is a vaccine

for stupidity.”