My Poem July 2020

My poem, like some others,
is mostly a gentle searching of words
to give my morning coffee taste
and pull taint of my supper from the blues.
I know to always dance without haste
and mostly sing at the top of my scale.
I don't yet scribe in other's tongues

nor sing my words with thought.
I am but the crow you caught.

My songs are mostly your smiles
searching out some rounder, prouder world.
We may wear mostly scarfed bandanas
against the whirls of terrible yesterdays
but sometimes we see our tomorrow
without proper masks meant to hide
but merely to guard our love and abide.

We do not need to borrow from hope;
a step at a time is all it takes to cope.