Perhaps ten to twenty

Perhaps ten to twenty

How are they to be spent

The fairytale cottage

The floor not quite the pent

From pica and elite

Value in a day’s work

To AI and robots

This massive shift berserk 

Our passions in pockets

Our passions in pockets

Where the stars cannot see

Skies in two dimensions 

Heads or tails moon marquee 

Dispersing our thought spores

Some ashes and some seeds

Vases of water dreams

Wait for flowers or weeds

Art is grafting on me

Art is grafting on me

As the glaciers recede

With the natural rains

And nutrients of need

My voice cares little to

Echo against these walls

Radio frequency 

Through galaxy dance halls

Universal basic

Universal basic

A new company store

Basic like just enough

No less than and no more

Surveillance everywhere 

They cannot take the guns

But they will spy on us

For discourse and who runs

Asters are ushering

Asters are ushering

There is more new to know

Autumn not an ending

Bulbs needing winter snow

Longing is lingering

Wanting to set root

Friends like a spring flower

Boasting a brand new shoot

So much without answers

So much without answers

The question marks are hooks

We must live with darkness

No science, art or books

In the sun two turtles

Photographing couple

Catch and release fisher

Two men with gray stubble 

There was the hope and not

There was the hope and not

Dreams derailed and plans set

A year in less of me

Neither plans nor dreams met

Circumstance and just cause

Forgiveness a forget

Sad expectation to

Perform without a net