Dear Trifle
A love note,
folded to stand,
forever in our
heartmind,
eternal ephemeral,
art and garbage.
Love,
August the Tooth
Before I jump in a puddle
with the pigment I need
to rig my jigs.
Wonderful Sunday morning.
….
part poem
8/2/2020
Inviting more mystery
It’s not really like I’m
inviting the mysteries
in to my dwelling.
It’s more like the old days
like you might have lived or
heard about, at least …
sitting on the porch kindly
and the neighbors walk by.
We all nod, smile and wave.
There they go. They’re
looking fine.
David L White
July 14 2020