A Thrilling Sight

Twice now, 

In recent weeks, 

I've gone into the backyard 

As evening rises, 

And been thrilled 

By the sight of caballeros, 

Riding high, 

Billowing scarlet and fire 

Across the darkening sky. 

I think you might have seen them, too. 

That's the magic of the thing

Of course: 

That you might have seen them, too.

Ipod Wisdom

Oh, am I ever full of life here 

On the health club’s upright cycle, 

Facing a bank of TVs silently presenting 

College football games.

Ipod is in place, pumping Bob Dylan into my ear.

 

“Forever Young!” Bob howls, and, 

Head bobbing, my legs churn faster. 

Up the burned calories! 

Up the heart rate! 

“Forever Young!’ Bob Dylan yowls, and 

I agree with the sentiment, humping 

Legs, heart, hands beating time, 

Flailing my upright cycle. 

Until The Ipod shuffles to its 

Next random selection: My boy Bob again, 

But this time: “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.” 

I don't have to tell you 

That there's a message here.