If I could CHOSE
With FRANK abandon
A different way to be
In this oh-so-serious world
Of ivory towers and bureaucracy
I would cheerfully ADAPT
My behavior with nary
A QUAIL or QUALM
Trading caution and trepidation
For joyful bounce and glee
But the halls of academe
Dictate a restraint and decorum
So no singing in the reading room or
Dancing in the halls for me!

Georg’ann

Driving down the COAST
from SFO towards Santa Cruz.
A few side road explorations,
provisions procured for a picnic.
Laid out above the crashing sea:
warm artichoke bread and a wildflower decorated goat cheese round spritzed with salt spray air.
No timeline DRAWN for arrival
the day is ours,
patterns reworked to reduce BLAME potential.
Wild exuberance knows no QUALM

Part 2

We’d forgotten that BLAME always finds a way to seep in, that permissions given will become the clubs that bludgeon.
Soon exuberance comes with a side helping of qualm,
only in stolen moments
created from discrete deceits.

Heather