1 to gutter into darkness the candle light lingers an evening nearly spent finally, resolutely, the rain comes and doused the memory of a day spent at the beach washed sand watch the restaurant window and a “closed” sign, apologetically
Esta noche no había nada de lluvia pero, sombras de nubes en la tardecita quando ví una rata cerca de los pies cada vez más cerca de mi “Serieusement, et avec confiance” -dijo la rata “Je suppose que…” un voto
The Gene-Pool Party -by James Legare 2-6-17 1. Mezclado – Me and…D’eau into the MIX -and- the Water chemistry it’s what’s important – any pool, pool party, no matter, it’s true – anyplace, anytime, anywhere, just ask anyone Be still,
Fractured light the thick roots of a tree the sentiments that well from home and, a canopy An end run around everything the best is yet to come boldly, I investigate a better mouse trap The best ever, yet
Mango Tango Strawberry Cherry Orange à l’orange Cherries outrageous Finally, Crème de menthe Peppermint What kind of beverage is fitting for the end of the World? At the edge of the Universe In a café. When the stars fold in
A Bird-of-Paradise. Is there any other kind? An Azul cloud of Butterflies Ascending like confetti in reverse. A Weeping Willow Grasps its murky base. While, on the other side, A haphazard picket fence. A dog barks, And then withdraws. In
My chandelabra Shanked up in Shanty Town A damsel in Red Dress Slays a dragon in distress And the precipice goes down. Fiddling in Fig’s Awake I finally mistook a mistake for my error, a note’s surprise I surmise my
Poem: Fiction -by James Legare 6-10-16 If we are all slaves then we are all equal. Nothing succeeds like success. I recall a random conversation I had during the 90’s with a businessman while riding BART in the Bay Area.