Author: john metz

fish eats fly
in summer stream
brilliant dance in
trembling moon light

You know you’re uneasy
when you’re thinking about
yodeling and getting a tattoo

once a heart came whispering

a funny glow followed
and love flew by like a
star behind the barn

it was summer
with daylight coming

god
did ocean
did puppy
from which
fishing
with dog
comes
about.

was a
peach
in that
kiss?
was a
blue
grass
fiddle
playing?

boney trio of
soft, trusting girls,
kiss me
and sail to your allegro boy
slowly
crescendoing like morning
in the open sky.

I like things the way they are,
especially the red tape, she said.
Of course she didn’t say that,
but that’s what she meant.

i’m mediocre
like a meteorite