Pecan, You Are

Pecan, You Are
dgw 9-17-13

Pecan, you are a family thing,
Dropping as his arms upswing,
That somber tree as broad as China,
Of Johnston, South Carolina,
In my Grandmom's garden growing.

A broomstick fastened to a spring
Or coil helps our harvesting:
Gleaning and the pink verbena.
Pecan, you are.

Though one sad day the state will wring
Our garden from our gardening,
As was Granddad by angina,
I'll protect from Proserpina
You, grooved pecan, my signet ring.
Pecan, you are.

Conspicuous

Conspicuous
Rondeau
dgw 9-7-13

Conspicuous means to be seen,
But it feels like it ought to mean
Something other, something sneaky,
Something punctual and leaky,
Such as a copper submarine

Or a steam-powered guillotine,
Imperfectly assembled, keen
In some ways, in others creaky.
Conspicuous.

The word, I sanction, shares a gene
With conspiracy and piscine
And incongruous. Dashiki
Floats serenely on Kon-Tiki?
The shirt's wearer is never seen.
Conspicuous.

To Jail We Go

To Jail We Go

Rondeau

DGW 9-6-13

To jail we go, arraigned by me.

Go my words, particularly,

Or to be even more precise,

Goes my power of speech, a vice

When left alone, to custody.

Wait--thinking is accessory,

And to thought, perception is key:

Open and close the cell door thrice!

To jail we go.

I perceive mechanically,

But God knowingly machines the

Earth.  And he makes the Earth entice!

So remand God.  And grab the dice:

We'll be four at Pictionary.

To jail we go.