Tribal Sounds

they will all read this aloud
gun sounds
repeating rounds
mass bolting fr...

I had to wise up over the years

there was a question I had rolling around inside of ...

out of mind
out of sight
was what you said last night
as the light was tu...

bending low to the ground
aluminum dustpan in hand
brushing the last remnants of...

so I write
never asked for this cup to be passed to me

it's my turn to dr...

no words spoken
she walks about the house
my hug breaks the spell

he preached the gospel
in season, out of season
final yea and nay

haiku discipline
much to say, so little time
get in and fit in

crates full of pictures
faces and places not known
yesterday once more 

faces and voices
pitter patter of grandkids
kool aid carpet stains