How different the world

looks, how different they move through

each day, those snails and weasels.

                                                                                JDG

Poetry lovers,

unite. Perhaps we’ll become

a Rumi nation.

                                               JDG

They lined the porch rail

and gave me a look: “Get off

your duff. We need food and stuff.”

                                                                       JDG

December’s snow job

covers up a multitude

of harsh realities.

                                                      JDG

Where there’s willingness

there’s also a way, but not

our usual one.  

                                                              JDG

Looking for what I

recently lost – my glasses,

keys, temper, and mind.

                                                        JDG

When you cast your vote

Tuesday, examine your heart.

May your best self win.

                                                               JDG