187 Poems

Walking down a hill
on a cool early morning
I write a poem

At seven nineteen
a thin man sweeps and re-sweeps
my sweeping thoughts swirl

To vote for Spitzer
the red, white, and blue sign says
Is that an order?

Writing poetry
can make you late or on time
it's all point of view

It's always one thing
one mistake, one complaint; one
that brings about change