Love

What risks to take
How far in the future can we see
Would you live by Love Canal?

Realizations

That sharp little moment
When you share lenses with your sweet mom,
You realize what aging is.

Now and often

Time, that rigid
Invisible, omnipresent river,
Sudenly stops.

Paths

Stuck in temporality
Yet movement hints advancement
What will blooms bring?

Home new home

Mountains heavy with snow
Bison roaming in the horizon
Front yard of our new home

Spring?

Sleepy happy mornings
All covered in white snow
Spring!  Spring?

Universe in a Pond

Emilio and Lulú swim fast
Rocco and Jackjack on the rocks close by
Papi tales bring sleep and calm

Tormentoso

Estoy confundido
En las tormentas de nieve de prinavera,
Caen copos o pétalos?

Tontos de Abril

El reloj, el tiempo
Torpemente intentando enderezarla
Solo una línea en la vida.

Late in the race

At this point in life, My life, 

I must admit my ever lateness

April is no exception

FUN?

Yoko Ono screams Fun on a billboard

War is Fun for those waging it, a writer finds

Could that be why the world is burning?

The end of a road

I see my career in shambles 

Like a train wreck on arid land

Could the dessert bloom in Spring?

*Old man in sorrow- Van Gogh*

PrimeroDeMayo

El primer día del mes está terminando

No hay en el aire ese optimismo

Con el que Abril había empezado

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❌❌⭕️

P&L

I know of many presidents

The little voice in the back seat recalls

Which one talked about peace and love?

Blue sky

Teetering at the edge of bankrupcy

I try and I walk

Towards that promised blue sky

Preview

Scooting under the intense spring flowering

I had today a preview of things to come

Not again, rules, more rules Daddi?

Embrace

Maybe it is time for me to embrace

My fears and insecurities

As the land welcomes the Spring

First, redux

Only a fool

Would take this for Spring

Winter, leave the stage!

Is there?

Is there a writer in me

Hidden fearful oppressed

Waiting to bloom again?

Late start

A friend just reminded me

Of a public demonstration

Decades ago, 

33 years to be precise

Listening to who then was president

Announcing the invation

Of far away islands

I was there, by a statue

With friends calling this idiot

A drunk, an intoxicated person

Sending our country down a crazy path

A path of war, where the other would be killed

Not him, the drunk president

And suddenly I realize

That one of those little heads

At the base of the white pyramid

Screaming

One of those heads

One of them

It was me.