The clock struck midnight;
You waited too long to leave,
and overstayed your welcome.
You’re now in my yard,
To greet the trick or treaters,
Oh, my little pumpkin.
Rules were laid out,
To go before 12 o’clock,
Or you become my jack-o’-lantern.
Yet you laughed,
Told me to chill,
Now your turn to be still.
Middle of the week,
Thinking ‘bout my travels to
Egypt and Jordan . . .
[Picture above was taken in Wadi Rum, Jordan.]
Along the trail,
Trailing behind schedule,
Scheduling in my head,
Heading for trouble,
Troubling my life,
Living for a journey,
Journeying nowhere.
Catch some rays
While reeling in the summer
Of a good time
By the lake,
Waiting for a bite
To eat for supper.
Sweet sixteen,
Princess for a day,
Full of promise,
Hope and sparkle,
Like the crystals
In the tiara.
A large crane by the sea,
Move up closer for a better look-see;
No need to worry about being heard,
It’s not the long-legged, long-necked bird.
Idyllic setting,
A romantic rendezvous,
Fantasy comes true.
An illicit tryst,
Fleeting lust, lasting regret;
A lapse in judgment.
