I don't feel like much of a dreamer anymore
Just trying to hang on
I liked Stockholm
Especially Gamla Stan

Drive my son to work tomorrow
Let him sleep. Keep him fed.
His future, his future
Long after I am dead

                      Slowly.

rain on my windshield
         blueblack sky
                 sigh

The silence is eternal
My poetry is not
3 hopes for Ry
7 hopes for Scott

Time tick tocks
I sleep in peace tonight
Mexico City
Sor Juana's mystic flight

                    Alright!

Ordinary, boring dailiness
My so-called life
38 years later
Still cuts like a knife

Thankful for my son
Thankful for his job
Driving driving driving
Jokic throws a lob

                    Hoopin'!

Reading about shamanism
Slowly growing older
The mall nearly empty tonight
My sight grows dim

Thankful for my son's job
I am a taxi service
No problem
The future for him.

..............Reno sky............
Black smoke billowing
          Aye! Aye! Aye!

Sage Ridge School
King Lear's Fool
          Reno!