A long time ago you bothered him somehow. Since then he has bothered you back. You don’t know how or

You would think you would love a man who died for you and for everyone else, even those who will never know that he did.

He looks for you until you find him while you wonder if he’s there Donal Mahoney

If love’s real, not the puppy kind, it’s not just a feeling but an act of the will a constant giving

When I was in grammar school I knew it was Wednesday when I looked out the window and saw across the street three trash cans at the curb

Every evening, up in my rooom, I try to finish a poem but Chicago is hot and it’s better outside,

Old lady on a park bench hunkered down babushka and shawl snow and wind dancing everywhere

Some say when daffodils shoot up Spring is here. It’s safe to put away your boots and shovels.

A neighbor lady I hadn’t seen in a year I heard was bedridden. Her former husband dropped by, asked if I’d to take in her trash… when I brought in my own.

Anyone might have what you need if she’s choice in your eye. She can be big or small provided she has

Time’s a jet plane when you’re young. You go to school get a good job marry someone nice

It’s not de rigueur to believe he’s there behind the sun, the stars, the moon watching us

He lives at the edge of a forest and loves all the different trees. He comes to the city for food and basic necessities. He hates the long drive

Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,

The tale’s a parable and it scares Bill more than any creepy clown hiding behind a tree