Wrapped in the warmth of

friendship, we cooly discuss

our mortality.

JDG

Even dogs don’t like

to dine alone. Knox grabs his

bone and gnaws it at my side.

JDG

When poets argue,

do they do so in rhyme and

does verse make it worse?

JDG

Everything’s grist for

the poetry mill as my

ODE TO VOMIT shows.

JDG

Be on the lookout

for small kindnesses. You’ll find

more than you looked for.

JDG

Rushing can make me

lose time – a lesson I had

to relearn today.

JDG

Some days I can’t see

life’s poetry when it’s there

right in front of me.

JDG

So many chances

to practice patience, but I

could do without most of them.

JDG

What is remembered

depends on who is doing

the remembering.

                 JDG

When I told my dog

he was beloved, I swear he

sighed and rolled his eyes.

                                          JDG