A.G.E's Joint

Web in the corner Small spider repairing  A tear where the storm cloud Blew in. She has no roots Just three small hooks Supporting her world.

 Ba ba here Ba ba there Ba ba everywhere Late December Back in 63 Screwtape caught me With a ewe And I'm allergic to wool.

  I don't like surprises Away with the April Fools' prank I'll sit on the bench And watch a pink peony break.

  Blooms are back Bluebirds have found the boxes Green dust coats my shoes Lungs tighten up under the onslaught Pink herebore makes it all worth it

  Green and gold banners Run along the rafters Round six tops await the guests The annual banquet  Parents telling the kids To make them proud And not be the Black Sheep Like the little brother, sitting within earshot A brief introduction The hat is passed Little slips of paper Telling who the Ayes have.

Sign on the road Estate sale, this way Items Merchandise Collected over a lifetime Here today, gone tomorrow They had great taste A watercolor of Coos Bay Next to a piece of driftwood They were One of my kind