The Water Lily

Like the sun warming my frozen heart

Opening up doors

Chasing the downers away

You are there when I return to the pond

As I wait for you to open up

The white

The pink

The purple

I recount the memories of last summer

In this pond

In this life

In this moment

The light breeze caressing the water

As if singing you a lullaby

Not that I want you to sleep again

Wake up

Let us dance and play the summer away

The Bellagio Water Show

I stood next to the pond

With lots of other people

Trying to get a glimpse

Of the famous water show

The Italian opera singer

Controls them, with his

Deep and commanding voice

Winning the magic show contest

Among the numerous magic shows in the strip, winning my jaw

Which was mesmerized 

Under this chilly Spring night

I have my wife for warmth

This quick trip to the strip

Letting go of the guilt 

of eating too much

The Birthday Gift

And there were plenty of it

Come to think about it

Today is different

Thank you for the surprise letter

Inside the box

A letter written with my youth

The uncluttered mind

The carefree spirit

Wandering and daydreaming

For the best of life ahead

In general, nothing changed

The heart remains the same

Just the body becoming

Unfamiliar and unrecognizable

At times

Thank you for the surprise letter

Inside the box

Reminding me that life

Is not a box to isolate

Overtime

Reminding me that the soul

Is always the same

This time of the year especially

When you remind me

Of this special day

City Driving

The truck behind me speeds up, 

just when we made the left turn,

another truck cut across three lanes 

to get to the inner lane to make a u turn, 

the standard routine is to determine how fast 

we can go from zero to sixty, whether you are 

driving a sports car or a regular sedan, turning

 the streets into a race track, without checkered flags, 

just the traffic lights, slowing and then speeding

 up things with a green light, until the next stop,

sometimes they pass you, then zigzag down the road,

as if the faster they go, the lesser is the pain of life.

Sunday Professional Golf

Cruel

A gush of wind

A peck of little dirt

A sudden twist of fate

He stumbled down the leaderboard

Like a misstep on top of the stair

Coming down so fast and so 

painful, a real test of what 

your nerves are made of

Better be steel

Better be still

For this is 

the real 

test

If you want to be called Champion

Mother's Collection

I read my poems in the newspaper Mother collects and then delivers 

I read my poems in the newspaper 

Seeing her smile as if forever

If I have one and only one reader

I know mother will be always there

As I fold and put down the paper

My smile has seem to be wider

Body Works

Always look forward to

sessions like this

where my body parts 

get dismantled like a robot 

He unscrewed   every knot 

and bolt,     stretching every

 piece of muscle  like    

a rubber band  and  snapping

it back,

 twisting every inch of my

skin, like a towel, as if it is a kind

of detox, then turning me on my

stomach, doing the final ironing 

as if I was a starched white shirt

ready for life again

Dawn

Heading east on highway 10

She stood in front of me

The lady of the night

With a big black towel

Dancing like the strip tease of Vegas

Slowly exposing

What lies ahead

Of my day