sometimes all poems start with certainty.
somedays you just gotta go.
shoes a little different, nickles.
the clouds are animals.
and old pets.
had a beer.
and now I hear.
the thunderstorms.
approaching.
screened-in porch.
one chair.
even at my best.
I guess I am just one of them.
been sitting down with clowns for so long.
sometimes all poems end in uncertainty.
someday, I hope I won't have to use the word Someday anymore.