fairway, dusted in white
descending from a January sky
wide at first, the circles tighten
wild geese in the hundreds
to mecca they come

fairway, dusted in white
descending from a January sky
wide at first, the circles tighten
wild geese in the hundreds
to mecca they come
shared secrets
the camaraderie
of friendship
an indifferent silence
what’s left, unsaid
insensitively impolite
single-digit cold
and yet, at times,
I welcome the chill
she mapped it all out
several bullet points
paths to self-improvement
let’s meet for drinks, she said
I’ve missed you
eyes wide open, I left the pub
more aware than when I’d arrived
soft is the sky
from whence
this beautiful
white snow
out with a whimper & a sigh,
the old year slinks into the past.
here’s to new & improved,
oh, so much better days ahead!
sloping concrete slab
plunging mercury after the rain
our cautious morning steps
pinochle with the in-laws
Norma & I, seventy-two in the hole
one lousy day of cards
Chit Chat