Autumn 2018

Autumn’s fog rolled in tonight,

Buoys clanged with danger warnings…

Amplified wind tremors,

Echo again, most every morning.

Electric static smells like Ozium,

NOAA has me in their sight…

My response is jumping into bed

And hugging my dog at night.

Each day awakening still alive,

I celebrate life under a roof…

There is a guilt in my survival

Walking past a neighbor's truth.

Drifts and Mists

When wind kicks up top layers of sand,

It covers your tracks at warp speed.

Erasing your history on the beach,

Nature always takes the lead.

Rolling waves delete sand castles,

Eroding cliffs that can’t resist…

So many times, the spin-drift stings,

Inflicted by wind and the mist.

Class Clown

I was popular in high school,

The undisputed “Disrupting clown” …

The teachers and the principal

Tried to shut my antics down.

The moment school was boring,

I had to interrupt the class…

I made dull days memorable,

By becoming an obnoxious ass.

Fast forward thirty years later,

I ended up teaching 7^th grade,

One would think it was a payback

For all past crimes I’d made.

Past teachers would hope it karma,

Yet to me, my happiest years…

Finding myself still accepted,

Still earning praise from peers.

Rumored eyes in the back of my head,

Controlled bad behavior and more…

All the students were clueless,

I had done all of their antics before.