The Wiper Whack

There is a dance we do

While we are driving through

The terrible ice and snow.

The windshield streaks

And snow forms peaks

As through the snow we go.

To clear the debris

And to keep the window free

We do the wiper whack.

Roll down your window

While the wind does blow

To reach the wipers’ back.

You have to be quick

It is a great trick

In order to time the blow.

Lift it up then flop it back

Hard, to make it crack

And off the ice will go.

Your hand will be cold

But you must be bold

To do the wiper whack.

tlc (03/07/11)

poem for my girl friend leaning to fly cast

Knot Much

graceful loops and loopy casts
the fly that neither flies nor bites
when cast upon a stage of air
would rather hatch a mid-air snare
than barb a fish that fights

A commencement speech

Some make saints, some make sinners,
Big fish grow from little minners.

Francis Colburn