Toerannosaurus Rex

Baltimore, Maryland

Baltimore, Maryland

Slowly, it turns its head your way—
The beast can smell your fear.
Its lips draw back along its teeth—
It knows that you are near.

With every monstrous step it takes,
The beast imprints the ground;
But even moving earth this way,
It hardly makes a sound.

Its eyes are red in the moonlight,
Pools of the blood they seek.
And the beast is hunting for you,
So small and scared and weak.

Mid-stride it halts and turns to stone—
The beast has heard a noise.
Perhaps you cried or just exhaled—
It listens and enjoys.

So near now, it drools just a bit,
An acrid, slimy rope.
And as the beast rounds the last bend,
It knows you have no hope.

It breaks through brush in one great leap,
And at the sight of you,
The beast knows it was very wrong—
You’re more than it can chew!


Farmer’s Nonet

Westminster, Maryland

Westminster, Maryland

A farmer spends long days in that field
Under the reign of fickle skies
Atop machines of metal
Turning earth inside out
Hoping and praying
And then waiting
To harvest

Let Me Out

Baltimore, Maryland

Baltimore, Maryland

I’ve slept through a very long night,
But now I’ve sensed the growing light.
I’d like to stretch and run about.
“I am awake now; let me out!”

I hear them in the other room,
Smell the usual brewed perfume.
Have they forgotten? Shall I pout?
“I am awake now; let me out!”

There! Someone just walked past my door.
Oh, I can’t take this anymore!
Perhaps a yell—in case there’s doubt?
“I am awake now; let me out!”

At last my door is open wide,
And Mommy reaches my crib’s side.
And so I stand and start to shout–
“I am awake now; let me out!”

Note to Josie: Mommy and Pappa thank you very much for being a terrific sleeper! You have slept soundly through the nights since you were only a couple of months old. You happily go to bed at 8:00 P.M. and wake up between 7:00 A.M. and 8:00 A.M. We usually hear you chatting with your toys for half an hour, before you decide to make it known that you want out. It works for us!

A Space Between

Fells Point, Baltimore

Fells Point, Baltimore

Against a tall black fence, I lean,
Standing under a gull’s cry,
Peering through a space between.

The Harbor offers much to glean,
And that’s precisely why
Against a tall black fence, I lean.

Under foot are tufts of green.
They battled brick just to try
Peering through a space between.

It is lovely and serene,
Water within reach, but sigh,
Against a tall black fence, I lean.

I press against the metal screen,
Hoping for more to spy,
Peering through a space between.

And I am part of this Harbor scene,
Viewed by all those passing by—
Against a tall black fence, I lean,
Peering through a space between.

Many Smiles

Baltimore, Maryland

Baltimore, Maryland

She played under the magnolia
On a thousand petals it cast down;
And she was a little princess
With bouncing curls for a crown.

Or had we fallen under a spell
Of a charming springtime fairy,
Who had found her favorite tree
In that urban sanctuary?

It made no difference to us—
Loyal subjects or just entranced—
For all were granted many smiles
By this lovely creature who danced.