hamlet

go back
stop
catch that rain drop
did I step
on that bug
on purpose
they need
to be careful
if they were tracking
their footsteps
they will be eaten
by an alien bug
who was sent to earth
to do just that
I hear hands clapping
must be right
turn left
go to the hamlet

Golf Balls

mysterious life of golf balls

put in the chicken coop 

to help them lay more eggs

something came and took

all but one of them

what we wonder about

why and for what purpose

you can fool some 

all the time

but who can eat

a golf ball?

c_milnor@yahoo.com

gray hair

it is may today
my hands are still cold
as I sit at my computer
wasting words
trying to tell you
its the little things
that will find importance
in your life
people will just be a period
animals a comma
the earth will continue
keep one foot
in your own life
love makes gray hair

leave things alone

leave things alone
they will
take care of themselves
no one will remember you
at some point
even now who remembers you
when you were young
leave nothing behind
for death to devour
cemeteries are quiet
their stories are silent
only the wind listens
the wooden boxes are
full of  echoes
sealed in time
the dead at rest
still in rows
like all the rest
can you see
how the world
still grapples
to keep you in line
mother-world
do what I say
leave things alone

mama tell me a story

76 years of stories
hold arranged words
long and short ones
good and bad ones
some stories will
never be told
others will prevail
some will
move into my future
like a glove slides
over my hand
that still fingers
my first word
still holding it
for the last one
mama tell me a story