Two

Two RVs
squeezed between Utah
slick red rock and
a river.
Kids, baseballs and mitts—
thirty foot perch
across a dirt road,
one on the cliff,
one on the river bank
and back and forth,
their tosses mighty
and effortless.

You're Not Seeing Me

you're not seeing me.
I'm talking
but no amount of reasoning
or preparation can get
my thoughts through to you.
I'm backing it up with
actions, daily living
puncuates my voice
to no effect.
You're not seeing me
and there is no
way around that.