Saturday, July 15, 2017


Dances With Birds

Standing in the kitchen this afternoon
Wearing nothing but a white cotton T shirt
That barely covered the imagination
(It's 116 in the shade, dammit!)

I was making a chef salad
And pouring myself a tall glass of lemonade
When, from outside my window
I heard the scream of a bird
So loud and startling I almost said a bad word
What on earth was that? I thought
And finished the slicing and dicing,
Wiped my hands and pulled back the curtain.

The bird stood there on the driveway
It's wings held up in the air
In a kind of ecstasy
It's head raised up to the sky
It's little feet doing an impromptu
Crazy birdfolk dance
Paying no attention to anyone or thing
It screamed again, not a bird sound
(Definitely not a bird sound.)

But then I noticed that all around the critter
Fell big fat liquid drops of rain
Real ThankGodAlmightyLetItRain rain!
Like we haven't seen in weeks
That we've needed here more than gold.

And I realized
That the bird was screaming in joy
Pure unadulterated joy
No one will believe this, I said out loud
But who cares? 
I dropped the curtain,
Took a big long drink of lemonade,
Looked around to see if the neighbors
Were watching......stepped outside....
And joined him in the dance.

Too Hot by Kool and the Gang

©By Voo
Aug 20, 07
based on a true event

Friday, July 14, 2017


And There Was Only

The mist was gray and wet as dew
And there was only me and you
Walking there so close to dawn
With all the ink of midnight gone.

The champagne drained,
We laughed, wide-eyed
And dropped the bottle
Off the side.

We heard it splash
Into the water
And watched a gull
Go diving after.

All night, we'd talked
And sang and marched
Enlisted soldiers
With new-born hearts.

You quoted Rumi
From memory
And showed me things
The eye can't see.

And I, in turn
Like dervish, twirled
In ecstasy,
An entranced girl.

Until the bridge, 
Rose from the mist
And set the scene
For our first kiss.

The bells of London
Called to the day
And ran the ghosts
Of night away.

And still we stood,
Like statues there
Upon the bridge,
We didn't care.

For love is careless
When it is new
And we is born
From me and you.

Like little children
That played a game
We had no worries,
We had no shame.

Tomorrow's worries
Tomorrow's shames
Could wait to find us
And learn our names.

(And oh, they would
And oh, we'd cry
And fight
Though love refused to die.

Through many years 
Of toil and pain
We'd yearn to be
Like that again.)

But this, our night,
And this our dawn,
Will live when all our lives
Are gone.

In memory and faded rose
In poems on pages faded blue
The bridge, the mist, the sacred kiss
And there was only me and you.

and there was only me and you.....

by Voo
March 7, 2011
11:49 p.m.