Poetry Doodles

I am intrigued
by spiders
and other
small beasties
except when they choose
to intrude
upon my premises.

Few tasks are as humbling,
therefore ennobling,
as the shelling
of peas.

Against our will
we are born
and die.

How swiftly
the strawberry season
comes
and goes.

They were strangers
when they met,
married,
and died.

Adam never ate
another apple.

Since the development
of the garbage “dispose all”
technology has been
all
down
hill.