Two More Poems

Hesitant Trees

Those trees…can you believe those trees?
How much does it cost?
What’s the kill ratio?
They grow but not if I tell them not to.
I tell them I’m leaving for Spain
Then stop for a gallon of milk (1%)
And forget all about Spain.
The trees don’t care but are hesitant now
To grow.



The Visitation

We’d known each other and kept our secrets.
After a time, they engulfed, digested and
Excreted us into the little pond down the road.
After a time, two well dressed gentlemen visited us
From the pond and we knew them but it was too late.