Hot sand burns my feet
Eating cold watermelon
Watching seagulls fly
Hot sand burns my feet
Eating cold watermelon
Watching seagulls fly
Leaky shower
Drip drip drip please fix me
Old home always needs some love
A picturesque night
Choppy sea who will help me?
Keep swimming forward
Wet chilly morning
Crawling out of warm bed
Chickens need to be fed
Homemade vegetable soup
French bread in the oven
All-day reading books
Step inside my boots
They are wet cold will feel loose
Now beg for some coins
Chiseled out abscessed tooth
Tossed into rusty can
Lifetime of lost dreams
You now have the fame
Nothing will slow down your train
Why so unhappy?
Faceless nameless ghosts
Frantically stock shelves all night
Kowtow to machine
Of course I’m employed
Work one full time two part time
Middle Class has died
Morning drizzle
Listening to Shakuhachi
Pruning bonsai trees
Barefoot simple dress
The Brasileira plays guitar
On front porch swing
Watching dry waterfall
No running water just rocks
Bird rests his mind
Starting motorbike
Morning ride along A1A
Sea air soothes me
Winter cold snap
Honeybell oranges soon ripe
Gastronomic delight
Note to readers: Poem refers to Florida winter gardening. Just a bit of cold gives citrus a kick of extra sweetness.
Tropical storm gone
Angry Atlantic Ocean
Snatching my surfboard
Bought old pickup truck
Hitch up house on wheels
Let’s see America
Nippy morning
Fly fishing for rainbow trout
River moving slowly
Butterflies all gone
Clouds completely cover sun
Nukes killed everyone
Garden vegetables
Mixed with herbs in slow cooker
Love is in the home
Drinking hot chocolate
Watching snow fall on rock garden
No rush to leave
Heliconia
Queen of tropical garden
Hummingbird’s best friend
Humble on my knees
Casually pulling weeds
My garden comforts me
Sitting peacefully
Back straight facing the blank wall
My blood pressure falls
Settle down I’m here
Holding you in darkness
Forever protected
Far far far from shore
My two a.m. ocean swim
Explodes endorphins
Guesthouse In India
He refused request for towel
Cheap room
Cheap service
Beautiful dark skin
Braided hair without a care
She’s from Jamaica
Serpents circling
Back to back swords in our hands
Together to end
In the game too long
Time to get up walk away
Before heart decays
Break from internet
Making love on waterbed
Made some time for us
My typewriter keys
Starting to look rusty
They are still friends to me
Walking on beach sand
Holding surfboard in my hands
I feel young again
Walking streets of Rome
Late night feeling alone
Sofia took me home
Looking at my wife
in the early morning light
I’m a lucky guy
Stirring the pasta
Drinking Italian red wine
She looks really fine
Worked garden for years
Hurricane blew all away
Start over next day
Boy and his father
Walking across the field
Bonding for lifetime
Today in garden
A lizard killed butterfly
At least reason why