Community Garden

So now there's a community garden. . .

- And I can't get it done around here -

But it's up on a hill -

And so pretty 

And friends will 

Be there 

Oh my god! 

Community - that -

     Means people -

     "Other" people 

And I the hermit 

(Traditionally) 

Will have to 

     Deal with 

People -

    " Other "

People -

I've never been 

     Good at this 

Not raised by people 

Who were any good at 

     It -

Isolation meant 

     Survival -

Distrust, hiding, and 

     Fear 

So now maybe 

I find another way -

I walk out my door -

- Fortify myself with 

     Starbucks -

And a cookie -

Oatmeal ( can't be all that bad 

     For ya ) 

I watch my paranoia

I wash it in the breeze 

On that hill 

Maybe I learn to trust 

     Someone 

Maybe I learn to 

     Let it go 

Maybe Mother Mary will 

     Come to Me

( Beatle's song, Let It Be ) 

I used to sing that in "church"

But she wouldn't let it be -

At all . . . 

Had to control everything 

Including my song -

So I left 

And now something 

Else 

They say. . .

The next thing comes 

Around 

For us to learn from 

And when we've learned 

It leaves 

Until we're done -

And then -

We 

Get washed 

In the eternal breeze  . . .

Plans

"Man makes plans and 

The Gods laugh" 

So -

I must be a major 

Source of amusement 

     For them. 

Hopefully I'll get some credit 

For this . . . 

I had planned to be much more rich,

     Healthy, and beautiful 

Than this 

Or 

Dead by now 

Depending on what sort 

Of day it is 

Wondering "what the heck" 

Is wrong with this 

Picture 

Knowing there are people 

In war torn countries 

And I am happy I'm not -

But

Still there is this yearning 

This unsettled way of wanting 

Something more 

Something 

Spiritual . . .

Eventhough I know how to 

Go there 

It takes doing 

"There in lies the rub"

Flying Lessons

💖 I've done it again
Danced till my feet are sore
Reluctant going into it . . :
Then I can't stop
Don't want to
And won't
And I'm flying
And I'm dying when a partner
Won't or can't yet -
Let go to the music

Just stick to it
Your feet will learn
And then you have entrance to
The clouds
The winged feet of Apollo
(Wasn't he the one?)

Just come again to the dance
Keep smiling
Keep trying
And soon you will be
There
And never again
Be alone
Or bored

If only more people knew
It doesn't take rocket science
To know
How to dance with a
     Rocket scientist

It does take courage
To begin
And more courage
To continue
And more courage for guys
To lead-
But it's worth it

So few know
This secret
This magic carpet
Ride
Just move
Just go
Get your shoes
And learn
To fly

Titanic

A moment of joy

Snatched from the jaws 

     Of fate 

Would the Gods 

     Begrudge us 

     This?  

My favorite Tanguero 

      Is older 

Closer 

      To the end 

It is only more 

       Poignant - more 

Of the oneness 

      Of fate

More of the last dance 

      On the Titanic 

The cold water is rising 

      Around our feet 

And we cling together 

      And dance the dance 

      Of lovers 

( Which we never have been 

And never will be )

The fates, even 

      The Gods 

Do not understand this -

     " Don't they know they 

      Have been condemned 

      To death ?"

-To die 

In each other's 

Arms . . .

To be human 

So fragile 

So 

Temporary -

So alone 

Help me here -

To believe 

To understand

That there is some 

Way 

To understand

To cling 

To love 

To life -

This dance 

Brings in

The deepest parts 

      Of life -

Of love 

Of being here 

Of being Still -

Leave me alone 

With him 

For this dance 

At least 

He must hold me 

And I him -

We understand 

      Each other -

Now

If only 

This moment 

Could last 

Forever 

      -the world 

And all it's 

Problems 

      -held at bay 

There is a heart connection 

In this dance 

Like in 

No other 

Back In The Box . . .

Where is the balance point ? 

Where is the emphasis ? 

All the puzzle pieces 

Will go 

Back in the box -

All our angst 

All our anger 

All our yearning 

All our manipulating 

All our climbing of mountains 

And fear 

And worry 

Will go 

Back In the box 

One day 

We will not be able to say

One damn thing About it 

Because 

We'll 

Be done 

So it seems 

     If there 

Were something to 

     Concentrate on 

Which would not fade 

Which would not go 

     Away 

Might that not be 

A better way 

To spend our time 

I'm just wondering 

     Here 

Here's to Humidity !

Here's to humidity 

May it ever reign -

Will it ever rain

Again? 

Sweat, sweat, sweat, 

Happy Fourth of July !

I never remember such 

Humidity

It's global hotness -

Must be -

Combine this with 

Menopause -

Hot flashes -

And u have 

One long hot flash

For all of 

     Humanity! 

Sweat, sweat, sweat ! 

How can anyone 

Find the energy 

To do 

Anything

Today ?

No more war 

We r 2 hot! 

And dripping wet 

With sweat

No more Wall Street

Thievery 

Oh -

They have air conditioning 

That must be 

It !

Unnatural conditions 

Not putting the breaks on

Over arching 

Behavior patterns -

If they had to figure out 

How to rob us all

In these conditions 

They would just 

Stop 

Call a halt and 

Call for 

Mint Julips

Lots and lots 

Of 

Mint Julips 

Priorities 

Would change 

Quickly 

If the boardrooms 

Became 

Humid 

Unsupported Browser

An unsupported

Browser -

Not being up on computer 

Jargon -

Is that a library patron 

Without a foundation 

Garment ?

Is it a shopper without 

An independent 

Income? 

Is it me 

Without 

U ? 

Who will hold me 

Tonight at 

The Tango Milonga? 

Alas, 

I will be unsupported 

By 

You 

No strong and tall shoulders 

Upon which to 

Lean 

No chest to lay my head 

Against 

Others will have 

To do 

But 

They 

Will not be 

You 

What about our 

Emerging 

Moves ?

Those shoulder led turns 

And clever 

     Walk throughs

And the moves 

We steal 

     From other dances 

     And don't say . . .

    Just,

Look the other 

     Way 

The Tango Police 

Haven't been by here -

Lately