The poem’ing returns
The endless supply of orange barrels around town inspired this:
Construction games
On Ann Arbor’s
city-wide chessboard
an orange-vested player
improves their pawn structure
—hritz
A pair of poems about kids growing up, and parents being left behind…
Light-spiraled bike wheels
shadowed by dad
and the now-deposed plush bunny
—hritz
a brace of tennis scooters
followed distantly by mom
who is racketed but unhorsed
—hritz
Dating takes a cosmic turn:
Is there a situation?
I feel like Pluto
Looking for a 2nd opinion
I am in a long periodicity
Eccentric orbit
Waiting for infrequent conjunctions
Is there a way to get
Past the traumatic gas giants
And thru a belt
of past disappointments?
is Pluto a planet?
or just a friend?
—hritz
I hope everyone’s fall is filled with color and golden light.

Good verse-atility, John! I especially liked the one about Pluto, having completed a few eccentric orbits myself. Speaking of gas giants, I’m still trying to shed some mass to avoid being too Jovian (although jovial is OK.)