At Wibby's

A string of lights on canopies,
A band up on a stage;
A crowd of mostly locals
(Though I guess it's hard to gauge).

Some couches strewn around, as well
As tables, chairs and stools,
While games of bean bag toss draw cheers
And relaxation rules.

The food truck line grows longer
But the meals are worth the wait.
The crafted beer you get inside's
The best I've had to date.

A night of laughs and stories 
Under Colorado skies 
At a brewery called Wibby's 
Is a welcoming surprise.

If Men...

If men could start a fetus
From conception as a seed
In their bodies, then of certain laws
There would not be a need.

For it's easy telling others
What they can and cannot do
When the rules you are enacting
Never can apply to you.

For equality I do suggest
Some balances and checks.
How about a law that forces
Men to all abstain from sex?

Sparing a Square

The line was long; I snagged a stall.
Before I locked the door,
A voice called out, “You’ll need this,”
And my faith it did restore.

For clutched in someone’s fist, which reached
Beneath the wall we shared
Was a wad of toilet paper
Which my neighbor had prepared.

I realized there was none inside
The holder in my space
And perhaps before me someone else
Had, pleading, made her case.

But to offer well before I asked
Was more than simply kind
And naturally, Elaine from “Seinfeld”
Quickly came to mind.

Rebooking

Book a room at a certain price,
After some comparing.
Checking rates just once or twice
Is fine if you’re not caring…

About exactly what you spend,
For sometimes rates start dropping
And surely you cannot depend
On clerks to do that swapping.

So diligence might really pay;
Although you’ve made a booking,
Before you throw some dough away,
You ought to keep on looking.

You might be pleasantly surprised
To find a deal that’s waiting
That you might just have jeopardized
By not investigating.

The Simple Things

What they like are simple things –
The driveway pebbles tossed
Or climbing rocks and jumping down
Or playground bridges crossed.

A supermarket outing
To select their favorite snacks
And markers, paints and paper
When it’s time to just relax.

A sticker book or mazes
Or a pad with dot to dots,
Some curly pasta or french fries
To dip in ketchup – lots!

A salamander spotting
And a hopping frog as well
Make a satisfying weekend,
Least as far as I can tell.

Leave the fancy and expensive
To the ones who must proceed
With indulgent complications
That they do not really need.

The Sweet Cool Shade

When the sun beats down 
You have got it made
If you find a good spot
In the sweet cool shade.

On a rock or some grass
All the heat rays fade.
You can chill and relax
In the sweet cool shade.

On the hottest of days,
Do not be afraid,
Just as long as you're set
In the sweet cool shade.

You won't sweat, you won't drip
If attention's paid
And you scope out a spot
In the sweet cool shade. 

Timeless

We're listening to old cassettes
From when my kids were small.
It doesn't seem like thirty years
(Or more) have passed at all.

My grandkids recognize the songs 
And even Raffi's voice.
They'd be content with rock or jazz 
But Raffi was my choice.

For now the circle is complete
Though thirty years apart;
I'm listening again with those
The closest to my heart.