There are parts
of women's dresses
that have
earned
specific
names.

I'd like to learn them,
apologize,
give thanks.

Got up early
beat the birds
found their secrets
sold them all.

Two paths diverged
in a yellow wood,
and wishing to travel
both,
I looked,
saw trees,
sat down,
instead.

They call this a 'lesser work.'

How do you write a poem about a poem?

Why write poems at all
now that Fred Astaire has danced?

I'm in over my head
giddy dizzy diving downward.

Rhythm meter grace and beauty
Ginger Rita Cyd and Judy.

I really do think
that this might be
the prettiest thing
I've ever seen

which means

this can't be much of a poem.

How can one be holy
in this world
and not also be
a fool?

I wish I were brave
enough to babble,
ashamed to not
be naked,
knew enough for now.

Knowing better
is not being
better,
and Brother Juniper
runs
to do good
in any wrong way.

Just outside your soul
lies a gentle breeze.
So gently move your soul
toward anything.