MY EVEREST, a poem

 

Worn by a lifetime

of use, my old knees

tend towards collapse

in climbing the stairs

 

Hillary had Norgay

to ascend his mountain,

a more mundane machine

carries my body up

 

Climbing my Everest,

a stair chair lifts me

to the paradise

of my own second floor

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FAUX GENEROSITY, a poem

 

To give without his giving,

he smugly summoned

his imagination

for an adventure

in faux generosity

 

Envisioning a valise

bursting with thick bundles

of hundred-dollar bills,

he rose into the air

to soar across the city

 

Startling the needy

at a food pantry,

he thrust his largesse

into anxious hands,

pleased with himself

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FALLING, a poem

 

Empires fall

Democracies fall

Snows fall

Rains fall

Oaks fall

Leaves fall

The young fall in love

The old fall into death

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A FAN, a poem

 

Is life worth living

as a fan

The answer is yes

if the fan

enjoys the games

 

I am a fan too

as a reader of books,

as a watcher of films,

and in the theater

enjoying those games

 

The writers, the actors,

the technicians

perform like athletes

but on film or paper

or on the stage

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