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.