Special Note

The Dashboard Poet
is in its 2nd year.
There are changes rumbling
In my spirit
That will, of necessity,
Change the fabric
From which these poems are cut.
It may be strange for a time.
I am forcing myself to go deeper
Push harder
Strain
To get to my
Core truth.

I need to get to work.
That's "Job One."
Once I drill to my gritty core
Truth will rise to the surface.
Readers willing
To walk their eyes
Down the boulevard
Of these words
Are welcome to enjoy whatever
Lights their bulbs.
I hope what comes will be
The best writing I've ever done.
Or...it could be the most tame missive
Since Hiawatha.

By this time next year the
Jury will be in.