A couple of Descort form poems

Daily Zen

My memories are a wonder, when I remember them.

Compassion curves back, touching the giver’s heart.

I am not perfect, yet good enough.

Life is not a beauty aid.

Waking each morning, finding the floor and smiling.

Remorse wastes a great day.

If only.

I once tried to tell my cat what to do.

Oh, I see, this is how it works.

Get to know yourself.

Sit, be quiet.

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Nothing is Boring

The hummingbird we named Rubio 

    nervously guards his feeder,

as the tuxedo cat who came to us as Joey

    eats his food way too fast,

and I can’t imagine what I would do

     with a Mega Millions jackpot.

The current pope, Francis, seems like a nice guy.

     I bet he secretly practices the tango.

Whatever became of Fran, 

     after Kukla and Ollie passed?

I enjoy sitting in the dark    
     with strangers.