kare-eda-ni karasu-no tomari-keri aki-no kure on a withered branch a crow is perched autumn evening snow rests on the branch waiting for a forlorn crow after summer’s heat Yuki ga eda ni kakatte imasu. Karasu o matteimasu. Natsu no atsusa no nochi ni

forward moving one foot in front of the other to keep our heads above water when paths wash out in flash floods forcing us into kayaks when we thought running shoes would do.   having a compass astrolabe star chart is good practice even if…

The Return (based on Something Told the Wild Geese by Rachel Field) Something told the wild geese Homecoming time was nigh Though the southern sun was warm Something whispered, “Fly!” The gulf winds gently blew The grass was tender, young But though life was free…

Moonbeams dance across the pond rippling coffee, nearing dawn   a hush arose within the din of crickets, birds and mice and then   a silent fog enshrouds our land around folks driving, uttering “Damn!”   the concrete highways, quiet streets enclosed by firs and…

I round the corner Onto my final lap I was behind But now I’m gaining Sprinting, pushing As hard as I can I’ve never been a quitter So I won’t give up I’m gonna cross the finish line, Victorious.

This is crazy How do I say this? What should I do? I feel like I’m going to explode We aren’t your regular two The two of us In our own world I am not sure how to say this? I don’t know what to…

What if Jack Kerouac met Robert Frost on a road well traveled but with still enough cachet amongst contemplative vagabonds to capture the moments inherent in going ‘he went thataway’   – Mark L. Lucker © 2019 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

I love all things Parisienne and French Eiffel Tower and flowered park bench sculpture gardens and oil paints drench.   I dislike snakes and spiders hairy rainy days and drunkards merry mostly workdays with splash days flee.   And teacher in London now I be….

dear she who is about to complete the Poetry Marathon, Let your nimble fingers dance upon the keys, there are only a few more hours before the sun hits the horizon and nine am comes. You’ve been through some trenches and come out the other side….

I hover behind the bodies of traveling friends, at peace and waiting within. I am here, I reassure myself, buoyed by their blind support. None turn back, but their love is pervasive just the same. Their attention is focused on the next stop, to a…