how shall we go on then
following only the stars
and imagination?

hard to be a stone
harder still to be a river 
held in place by stones

I suppose you know
that the crow eating roadkill
has its own worries

after the laughter
irony walks in and grins
orders a double

to live a long life
one must endure the mundane
and pass the popcorn

old age enters on stage
he is torn and oddly frayed 
and speaks his only line

sitting on the dock 
feet splashing in cool water
frogs blinking in weeds

Gary Busha and his press, Wolfsong, have been around since the early 1970s. He graduated from UW- Eau Claire in 1978 with a MA in Arts. These poems were published in New and Selected Short Poems. To read more by Gary, search for his name at VolumeOne.org.