Disney gave us Donald duck
That’s fine, a cartoon character is fun...

Don’t get our dreams wet
In this the mother of all storms...

The poet in me has died
I scratch around in the recess of my mind...

Will you be there when my dreams come true?
When it comes to the matters of the heart...

In this life you have to understand your niche
Listen to the echoes of past reasoning...

I got me a monkey on my back
related to my knife and fork...

A dream finds its way to a poem.
Articulating that. what starts in the realm of...

Back in time, now lost in noise and silence
Relegated to what seems to be another life...

I am sitting on my window cell.
Hoping to catch those first rays...

Can you foretell tomorrow?
The past lives in my poems...

It’s hard to believe in summer
In the dead of winter...

bees and pollen
rabbits and head lights...