You have tamed this small beast
who came to us bedraggled...

There are so many things
you will stumble over...

Beyond the pale smile
of flowery nicety...

Life, if you live it,
does not have to be painless...

You dance, leading me rhythmically,
in a slow waltz at three/four time...

Old man still a child
rubs mist from a tram window...

Poets see all these people watchers:
enforcers vigilantly censoring deviance...

In life he was ever oppressed
but always gave life a hard time...

It's a husband's job
to misconstrue his wife's tastes...

A father's a man
who gets his own birthday cake...

Hardly exciting,
first ice cream truck of Summer...

All we know in life
are working hypotheses...