In Which The Sonneteer Wishes Duties Were Better Done

Well, look at that, and I forgot a bag,

You say, and give your dog reproachful looks,

Like it's his fault. I know that it's a drag

To pick up his produce, and you're not crooks

Or vandals, are you? No! Next time you'll do

A better job preparing. So you tell

Yourself and both walk on. Meanwhile all through

The Greenway evidence is there pell-mell

And rolling 'crossed the concrete in the breeze.

Six month's accumulation, maybe more

Along with fresher stuff that smears. Oh, please,

It only takes a moment, this small chore,

And while it's gross, so what; it's quickly done

And then it won't lie rotting in the sun.

What I Wonder As I Wander Around Denver International Airport

Each time I come back home I have some time

To while away while waiting for the van

That is my last leg on this trail of grime

And squalor that gets me back to Cheyenne,

I wander the great teepee pile we call

The Jeppeson Terminal at DIA,

And wonder if there is among them, all

These other wand'rers, one whom I just may

Have met before or known or been flamed by.

I wonder, too, if anyone but me

Is list'ning to the kind of songs that I

Have pumping through my earbuds. There might be

A fan of Marian Call in this same bar!

Or of FZ or Bhtch tunes. How bizarre!