Annoying

He is an annoying little man.
I imagine his mother liked him
but she was probably annoying also.

He has an opinion about everything
and shares it whether we want to hear it
or not.

My mother warned me that
“short people” were obnoxious
(some of the time)
I have met some who weren’t.

But this guy is just annoying.
He thinks I want to know what he thinks
about everything.

I don’t!

I know some other guys that way.
Some who mumble
some who shout
Some who only want to be my friend
if I can give them something
or do something for them.

This guy isn’t like that
he is just annoying

and – of course,

I’m not.

April 23, 2008

Stone Flowers

Stone flowers growing on a hillside
above my great grandfather's farm.

The history of my town is buried here.
Some of the flowers are tall
most are small - stunted.

Walking among them I come across
old friends and family

Waiting there for me to join them.

I sometimes wonder if the garden
will run out of space.

Everybody there had a story to tell.
I wonder what it was.