Monday, February 18, 2013

Thanking Susan

I suspect kites symbolize
Something in us,
The brains of us,
That lets the sky
Communicate through tugs
On a thin line.
I flew kites as a kid and
As a kid again when I had kids.
I have grandkids now
And it's almost spring.
Thanks, Susan, for
Reminding me to get a new kite.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Cloud Computing

Closing over what is
And is yet to be,  clouds
Climb out of the sea
On waves of what has been.
Then fog divided by
Fog again divided 
Issues a quotient
Dividing one as well.
Future escapes its shell,
Crosses sand and follows
Shifting mist along the land.