Not Papal

In a bowl
sits peach cobbler
under a scoop
of vanilla ice cream
as the main dish
for my evening meal
in contradiction
to all
my mother
taught me
about nutrition
and today
when there is
nothing special
about the date
in regard
to patron saints
or astrology
or astronomy
I find I really
only wish
to enjoy
this indulgence
in the comfort
of my favorite
chair.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

New Constellations

The stars took the summer off.
Plump raspberries replaced them.

The raspberries never figured out
how to twinkle.

There was a reddish hue cast at night
upon the earth’s surface.

Too much like a digital clock in a hotel room
flashing the colon between numbers.

A lot of one night stands took place.
And people checking out early.

By the end of summer the raspberries
succumbed to rot and blackened one by one.

When the stars returned from holiday
they were not quite sure where to stand.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney