Upon boarding, greeted
by a woman croaking:
'Ugly man color.'

She must've eaten broccoli
and beans before boarding.
No problem. Take

nanosecond breath of
the bad odor, dash of
compassion until next stop.

*
While visiting my daughter and her family last week, we, including our dog,
had pizzas one evening. Later, as we watched TV the dog decided to thank us
for feeding him the pizza by spraying stench stuff which is his favorite scent.
I could taste the smell, so I told him, "No thanks. I've just brushed my teeth."

By Byung A. Fallgren

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Behind the drapes of
smog the mountain steals
the glance of the red sun weep
for the injured ones by
the heartless
blackberry thorns,
the mournful sigh
in the window,
resentment of
strivers,
how long one must
endure the under-paid status…
Learn to be a mute of
turtle, now and then,
and the blue patches
will appear over the head,
a trite admonition, yet
true reminder, although
we’d rather keep on searching
for radiance.

By Byung A. Fallgren

you and I loved
each other then
still in love now.

By Byung A. Fallgren

Back corner blossom
fewer eyes see yet
beauty and pride
shine as bright as
those in the forefront

By Byung A. Fallgren

In the heat of keep moving,
we stumble into an unknown,
needful things abundant, yet
tricky to get them, musty and
slippery, the particular

skill learned doesn’t help win
the competition. Need to move on,
climb on the barrier, one foot in
the narrow opening, we pause to
think if the dim world beyond

the thrash hold is worthwhile to
venture. Only way to find out is
boldly to go over the window, and
the puzzle solved, eventually
we’ll find a way home.

By Byung A. Fallgren

It slips in through
the window,
fragrant,
calm glow
in mist gray,
hopeful not
irrational expectation
in a huge rainbow bubble.
Apprehensive about
the progress of the day,
making sure it doesn’t leave
the shredded pieces of
the bubble in the day’s
doldrums. Varied shade,
can be deceitful, but
usually inspirational.

By Byung A. Fallgren

Beneath the porch their love
bloomed, off-springs were born,
aura of joy surrounded the home
until one day the babies vanished
into the night. They believed

the lady above their burrow
ate them, for she’d been
snooping around. Stars saw
the belching bull snake
in the brush . Only if

they knew her bruised heart for
their loss. Only if they knew
the convicted murderer was
innocent. So modern humans prefer
life in prison to death sentence. What
about innocent one’s broken wings?

*

Mommy rabbit throws the accusatory look at me.
But, unlike human, she doesn’t dwell on her
misfortune very long. 😊

By Byung A. Fallgren