MASKS
They come in many designs
American flags
Black and white polka dots
Perhaps we can even polka when wearing them
Flamingoes at Hialeah Park
Another casualty from the pandemic
We visited every winter back then
And now my sister writes that LeRoy's Flowers
right in the heart of my town
has shut its double doors
Masks
riding like the last Cowboy
across the lonesome plains
of the sky
What we cannot understand
We must accept.
FRANNY AND ZOOEY
Desperate, I order books on the Internet
Little do I know that reading this volume,
cream-colored like the Torah
is like meditating, over and over and over again.
MY TURQUOISE BUDDHA
Out front on my lawn
A Buddha I spray-painted turquoise
fades fast. Winter rains, snows, and
other assaults fazes him not at all.
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