rock pipits
O, a great migration
just another Californian conflagration
loaded the trunk, left half my junk
sunk money my buddies impugn
used a stiff broom to sweep my old rented room
remember when the orange groves bloomed?
laid under shade on the sward
Lord, I know this ain’t Dixie
but heaven on Earth was a ’70 Chevelle,
me driving, and her feet on the dashboard
it’s been 20 years since a drop of rain
and 40 since sheets flooded the drains
last week they found a body in the lake
where flashing lights hypnotize the snakes
if this is a dream; I’d rather be awake
heading to the rolling hills of Ohio
have plenty to drink in Erie
row a canoe down the Shenandoah
lure fish like ocean seas
throwing back what I cannot eat
maybe I’ll hide in the Smokeys
under canopy, day dark as night
in front of Satan, and night dark as me
I’m leaving the angels behind
whatever it is, I have to head East
fly to the buckeye trees
the expanse of the Ohio Valley
by the river there’s pawpaw
and if I head south to Georgia
I’ll bag me a country peach
Ode to Amazon
Anytime—anyplace—I feel the need
Amazon will send me a book to read
through wind & rain, sun & moon, hail & snow
brought safely o’re thousand miles and more
two day shipping for an annual fee
amazon, yes, please send more books to me
so I can read and set my bored mind free
Note: Images made with assistance from DALL-E; all text is by “paul moosefoot” with no AI assistance.