COP-CROC

Like a Crocodile
sunning on the shore.
He waits, probing for the
unwary and inattentive.
Spotted/
he slithers onto the roadway.
Flashing/
Croc smiles?
Wailing/
Croc tears?

©TPuma/MMXII

SCENT MEMORY

A candle burns
slowly
its scent permeates
the room
I lie in my bed ready
for sleep
I must douse the
candle out.

But my thoughts revolve around a
scent memory
I do not want to lose that
memory/image
I close my eyes and
dream
as scent memory drifts
into my sub conscious.

I awaken alive
to a candle that
has died.

©TPuma/MMXII

COHWOLD

I caught a cold
I know not where.

If truth be told
I kissed a sneezing Bear.

VINTAGE BASEBALL

A baseball flies from your palm.
I see you pirouette,
with graceful motions.

Mixing Balanchine and Baseball
and memories of Ballantine.

White, red and black colors
swirl in your movements.

The ball goes I know not where.
No matter.
The matter is in the act,
the performance,
the “Ballet of Baseball.”

This, this sport, this thing,
this Baseball.

©TPuma/MMXII

10th AVENUE ON A WET AFTERNOON

Onyx streets refract light
and reverberate city sounds,
to reveal in emotional thought
that dream of Oz urbanized.