There Are

There are
Those days
when I
feel
all the aches and pains from
The usual and unusual
bumps and bangs from living.

Then there are the days I feel ashamed.

Ashamed
for words I've said
       words I didn't say
       not standing up for another
       reacting With every emotion
but without the facts.
       
And as if that were not enough shame
More is offered
for every forgotten kindness--
the essential oil
of social lubrication.

The Drive

A Thursday Zena Bethel Drive

Fields

of stubble

fresh turned earth

Fence trees

just woke

no brush

come as you are

Small dark birds

Undulating

Throbbing

swirling

switching

Clouds

Enormous

yet floating

sometimes 

leaking.

KGM 9-2018

Hey Neighbor!

Hey neighbor!
I have no idea
of the sights and
sounds we've offered
Over the years
decades
I apologize
for the loud
not fit for public
entertaining or profane
Events we produced
But
We're sad
there was
little reciprocation.

~KGM 9/2018