Two Poems

Facts About Romance

The neighbor's cat is here again.
A heron bombs the silver blooms.
Moonrise lights the soggy tombs.
I go to sleep, wake up, and then,
who can tell me why or when,
creeping by the witchy brooms,
the neighbor's cat is here again.
A heron bombs the silver blooms.
Swear and sign it with a pen!
Follow her, the verdict looms.
Rush her from the rising rooms,
the bed of lavender, the wren.
The neighbor's cat is here again.

 

Soup

spinach: I was sound asleep, so I guess the tornadoes passed me by
asparagus: snow flurries this morning, drove to bank anyway
garlic: banker forgot his notary stamp
shallots: drove banker to get his stamp
leeks: banker said mouse was running around the parking lot
corn: upset about the snow
carrots: no accumulation
celery: mailbox empty this morning
potatoes: both glad and sad
cabbage: washed dishes, watched moon rise
butter: wondered why moon had missing piece
bean stock: heard on radio moon eclipsed tonight
salt: forecast says 62 on Monday
pepper: thought you should know