Dyed Brunette With A Blonde Streak
used to know her
bought fine clothes from her
always b’day or holiday gifts
shared stories of our children
laughed easily together
liked all the same music
knew her name and she knew ours
then the filthy rich took over our country
she was lost in the maelstrom
became shriveled and old
doesn’t know us now shopping the same day
in the dollar store
It Happens
After he grew
a huge beard
he barely talked
From The Heavens
I love the weather —
it controls the lot
of us
United
There is something
all together rich about
all of us a little poorer
walking around while it
rains in these small towns
—————————————
Bob Arnold
BEAUTIFUL DAYS
Longhouse
