Honeybee: Poems Short Prose

I am looking for the human who admits his flaws Who shocks the adversary By being kinder not stronger What would that be like? We don't even know

I have slept so many times you might think I would really be awake by now

I’m still the kid dreaming of the lives she’ll never have but guess what? Maybe she doesn’t want them.

Only in words on a page can it still be yesterday.

I was a fool, and I will always be a fool, and there will never, never, be a last day of school.

So ask yourself, you swirling tornado of a human being, in a world of disoriented honeybees, do you want to look locked out the minute you sit down?

He’s mourning his son, number 3000 American dead in Iraq, but as far as he can feel, the worst one.

And didn’t we pledge, pledge, pledge, palms on our chests, every day we lived, pledge to the one nation, the freedom we believed in, didn’t we? Fat lot of good.

It is difficult to predict what our finest moments will be, but we know when they happen.

There are people we have never seen who are busy thinking up things we should be worried about.