Cosmic Riding
by Joyce Kohl
To ride a moonbeam way out far
All you do is swallow a star.
To ride a cloud to anywhere
Just tie a rainbow in your hair.
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Thinking…
by Joyce Kohl
How does one apologize for things that cannot be explained?
Has any important conclusion ever been reached by sheer logic?
Isn’t constructive criticism sometimes destructive?
If you dwell on the past, do you miss out on the future?
Why does one feel closer to God when the mind is farthest away?
Where does a mosquito begin feeding in a nudist colony?
Nevertheless
by Joyce Kohl
Attending college, age forty-three
T’ain’t so easy, believe you me.
Over the hill, sliding down fast,
Up on my feet, up, off to class.
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