Why must you go?
Why must you leave?
What are you saying?
Why must I grieve?

All memories dim.
Some fade from view
to be discovered again,
by a sight or "trigger"
which opens a
new route to,
a long forgotten event
or perhaps, a happening
and, like magic,
the memory is there.
Capture it now,
for memories can be
elusive and attempt to flee.

Wash the paper,
sketch the subject,
faint the line.
Select your brush,
mix paint on the pallet,
keep paper flat
to avoid paint run
of watercolor.
Paint the picture,
wet or dry.
Work your art.
Nice first try.

There isn't much I can say, about you,
which hasn't already been said,
except to say, "you look remarkably well,
for someone, who I thought was dead.
How many days have been lost,
since we both entered life's fray,
when we hung with each other
and dreamed of the historical day?"

Clouds so thick; a marshmellow sky.
A marine push, we were told
which would bring, freshets of rain.
A light mist, which soon it fell,
brought little relief to the parched land,
dry to the hands touch.
The grass crunched as I walked
and plants were, tinder box dry.

Without the wind,
to hold me in place,
I wouldn't have fallen,
flat on my face.
My face may have
liked it's new version,
performed by cements
original dermabrasion.
What say you,
who saw me stumble
into a new dance,
while ripping the knees
of my brand new pants?

A dog called Spot,
a black cat called Sue,
left their town
on a horse named Blue.

They were looking for
an adventurous trip,
to the Big City
and new friends who were hip.

Leaving their town
on a sunny afternoon,
they arrived in the city,
a few minutes past noon.

The very first place,
was a park they saw,
where they stopped to rest
and heard a big caw.

What is that noise,
Spot wanted to know
They espied a
very black Crow.

Where are you going
the Crow asked of them?
My name is Sam,
should I tell you again?

A large crowd had gathered.
Many pigeons, a Squirrel, called Jim,
for he had never seen a horse,
at least not blue and so thin.

Come to the pond, over there,
said Jim, pointing his tail,
you can drink, quenching your thirst.
They all sipped from the water,
until their stomachs almost burst.

Sam, the Crow, then said to all,
"come here, the view is good."
The group saw chairs and tables
with people eating all kinds of food.

"I am quite hungry," said Blue.
I can't eat that, is what I say,
for I need me some grass
or at least some Timothy Hay.

They like the park, quite a lot,
as they gathered that day,
saying"we must leave now
and be on our way."

Bizarre behavior
when Sundown
kicks in.
It started at 4 pm
and finally was over
at 330 am.
She stayed in bed,
until 130 pm, the next day.
I was up at 7 am,
as I had things to do,
but fell asleep in my chair,
for an hour or two.
Now I am tired,
as I need more sleep, too.
I bid you farewell, goodbye
and a most hearty adieu.

Moonlight and roses,
champagne or wine,
chocolate tid bits,
all sound devine,
when courting another,
sweetheart of thine.

I was in Germany
and ordered a frank in a bun
with some bier, in a stein.
Does that mean
I ordered a Frankinstein?

A car,
some gas,
somewhere to go.
In the old days;
to a Drive In show.
Bring popcorn,
in a big paper bag.
Buy sodas to drink.
Enjoy the movie.
Don't forget the speaker,
still in the window,
when you leave.

He strolls along
the Market Place,
his walk, like a strut,
at his own pace.
Where goest you now?
You've fallen from grace.