God interprets Guernica

today God tried your

painting method using skies

and tiny trickled

markings on the sand

He got most of the lines right

clouds and horizon

pebbles and calm waves

well what do you think Pablo

looking at His work

thinking not half bad

you suggested a line there

between sky and land

His and your eyes met

creating soft puffs of light

witness of splendor

a channel of water flowing out to sea, with the sun reflecting on the water.
Photo courtesy of Sue Vincent

Sun Valley ’77

rocket pops blue tongues

raspberry lemon salute

sweetness in my soul

bitter beer hot dog

smoke woodsy lingers in my

pony tail swooshing

the hogs growl as the

jean and leather veterans’

eyes well up with Taps

the leathery feel

of my uncle’s tired hands

while i trace his scars

a little young girl

did see the poignant pain in

his tribulations

for ever brothers

gone away heroes to the

Elysium Fields