That’s not the name of a psychedelic band or kids’ group; but a handful from my pool of poems written at some small events in what is turning out to be a “pokey” summer. (I like it, after the rush of last summer’s many markets.) Two were written at the Whalan Standstill Parade, one in the Old Bank Art Gallery (also in Whalan) and one at the Dubuque Pride Picnic.
Pink
Purple
Friendship
Spiral
Poems in Process 