Catch it

On a fine day I
toss my net
and through it escapes
the birds and the small mammals
the branches of the trees
and gravel of the path

So I retreat to my study
to weave the net again
tighten the grid
and strengthen the twine

I study my craft
and practice my sport
to some I tutor and from some am taught

Until next time when I
throw my net of words
and the dew of the morning
and lights first rays
the motes of the air
and the sap of the trees
escape me

So I retreat to my study

An ode to the car

The metal mount is dying
become senile in it's old age
unaware of it's own identity
It's faster in it's senility but
Alzheimer's has taken it's personality
Taken it's noise an explosions
and tamed them, broken them until
the living mount has become a transportation device
an a to b appliance
We used to be such a great pair
The cowboy and the fire eating mount
It's revolving steel hooves shod in rubber
In great explosions we would hurry forth
until an explosion rendered it useless
until we rolled up our sleeves and cured what ailed it
But now we have it on a steady stream of electronic meds
to even out it's moods and calm down it's wild temper
And we've nearly succeeded in making it change
we've nearly killed it