Tea Time

A dinghy
in the middle of
this patriot’s sketchbook

provides a pure rendition
of what our ancestors
had once believed to be
a savior of some kind.

According to our current science,
the dinghy no longer ranks
among the ideal species
to be considered a deity,

but belief systems
have changed significantly
since that epoch. A list
of acceptable deities
may be found outside my office,

though not before tea time
(I despise holding class
before tea time).

Means the Cops

Stop that there, ya hear?
It’s not time for more snow
until I tell you
it’s time for more snow.

Last time you didn’t heed my wishes,
I was forced to raise my voice
and bang on the pots and pans for four hours,

to the chagrin of my family and next-door neighbors.
Only when you finally decided to pull
that cloud from over my neighborhood
did I relent. I’m fully prepared to do the same again,

even if it means the cops will have to get in on the action.