Even a Simple Bug Deserves Attention
(one of the health poems series)

Standing up with a sudden movement
Shouldn't cause an emergency,
Or maybe yes.

Severe dizziness and feeling weak,
Even after drinking water to hydrate,
That doesn't go away soon, should be resonable 
Enough to seek emergency care, especially,
If you are elderly, Medicare pays
Most of the bill. Why would you waste time,

Wondering if it is a simple bug,
While it broods to give a sly hug, by the seconds.
If it is a simple bug or bad hug,
The doc's diagnosis should clear 
Your possible anxiety attack. O, the savings. 

© Byung A. Fallgren  

In the Backyard

The grass is sunbasking;
As a bunny hops across the lawn;
The dragonfly, in the air, gloriously circling.

A sudden elegy of a cricket, singing
For the requem for the dead robin 
In the flower bed, in the evening.  

© Byung A. Fallgren 

Going to the Snowy Range in July

On a day in late July, we are going to
the Snowy Range in Laramie Wyoming,
driving through the dirt road; O, the cloud 
of dust, the fog of our youthful dreams, swirling
and chocking us, but no one complins:
the motorcyclists, the couple in an open jeep,
or, closed SUV, all smily and yelping. 
The snow-capped mountain peak ahead drums
to welcome the enthusiasts.

The reservior amid the forest of sweet pines
and green leaves; the sunlights are swiming 
as the fowls glide by. Dad and the son throw 
the line just to tease the fish. The forest floor,
purple and white is a platform for the dancing 
bees and butterflies; the singers 
in the distant, angelic. 
Who would not love the world like that?
The argument we had before lost the voice. 

Passing breeze sighs at the beautiful work of
Mother Nature. So do the clouds and we. 

© Byung A. Fallgren

Three Haiku

spraying pestcide
killing danelions and crikets
the beauties & singers

the neighbor's dog
kills wild bunnies for sport
coping humans

lawn grass
no need to be perfect green
love Mother's way

© Byung A. Fallgren

Taking Levothyroxine at 3 a.m.

It's supposed to be taken
when the stomach is deserted,
an hour before it is refreshing to start the day.
But I modified the doc's suggestion:
Taking it at 3 in the morning, which is 
my usual waking time, even when retired 
late. I keep it religiously,
to get the thyroid on track, to keep breathing
as long as I can, to see how the grandkids 
doing with their lives, to see where my penning days
end; will it be the purple-silk hill overlooking the sea,
or the familiar dune? O, I would not care, either way,
as long as my heart occasionally sings.  

© Byung A. Fallgren

A Time to Talk
Robert Frost 1874--1963

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed, 
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end-up and five foot tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
for a friendly visit.