Gallery

I spy jelly fish morning glory in blue;
trio of artists who find beauty in the mundane.
I can now share the convert beauty
of pool toys and Big E eateries
because they saw it first and blended it
into this perfect yin and yang of pots and photographs
they have presented for our consumption.

Wonderlustful soul resolves
to remember the allure of the average henceforth.

The Artist

-my Center for New Americans Poem-
(for Ed Rwaitkowski)

I meet a man
who draws or paints
(depending on mood and medium)
with his feet.

His pictures would be the envy
of many able-bodied artists.

I resolve never to complain
about my speech impairment
or typing speed again.

It’s a vow
I hope to keep
for at least 24 hours.