a sentence that wraps its back

a sentence that wraps its back -
does it mean the period loops around
and becomes a Capital, or the words after a semicolon
repeat themselves over and over again
their sentences go round and round
like an endless semi-automatic shooting
Muslims and Mexicans, women and
anyone who does not look like them
and we believe that in the eye of the hurricane
lies truth and liberation,
instead of confusion and
the steady thrum of
gunfire and hail.

Who Says

who says you can't carry eight bottles of wine,

some expensive Scotch and a bottle of port

in a bike basket

just avoid potholes and ride a straight line

hope the basket doesn't fall off its rails.

it's not my fault the man at Liquor Mart kept

suggesting great wines, showed me where the 

expensive but smooth Scotch was, 

I'd never find it in that section, and

it was even on sale.  

and not my fault that the he said this was the

best port, and that was a good wine.

I love that guy.

I brought two bags for a reason and 

I filled them up.

who needs a car to shop at Liquor Mart -

I don't buy kegs,

I'm too old for that.

Nothing to add

nothing to add

to the brilliant blues,

the variegated greens,

the yellow stigma waiting

each part sings its part

so beautifully

I'm OK

The keyboard told me I'm OK,

I just had to look

closely

after all it's another week gone by,

no broken bones, friendships intact,

I might even get another cashmere sweater

if I'm good and ask nicely.

In the end, after I page up and 

wait a moment -

reflecting on commas, semicolons

and colons, 

I'll put a period on the end of it 

and call it a good day.

the amazing human body

if it didn't hurt so much
i would have marvelled immediately
at the miracle of the human body.
after carelessly pressing my thumb onto a hot
oven coil, it reminded me of how i should
pay more attention in the future, but all forgiven
by the next day,
a numb outer skin containing a warm
bath of salty fluids against recovering
cells,
how amazing is the human body to recover
from our foolish mistakes,
forgive, fix and continue.

Spring

and so,

and so Spring is pushing up

through winter's solemn colors,

revealing her brilliance, her rigid green

stems, her lilacs and goldens, her 

spots and streaks.

let those who are somber slink into 

the darkness for now,

the sun is rising and we are called

forth to celebrate the beauty of Spring.

The Caucus Goers

overwhelmingly young.

standing in line for two hours to call

for change, calling for the old white guy,

Bernie.

feel the bern, they say.

i am standing  in line, my feet are cold

and i'd rather be home

this is civic responsibility in action

they voted for their man

they will live with him if he wins

that's the way it should go

we white hairs will all fade away.