POEM - The Smoke as Falls

From this height

The billowing smoke

From an enormous fire

Doesn't billow

Instead

The smoke

Looks like a waterfall of clouds

Splashing into the ground

Covering the landscape

In mist and spray

I am sure this is insensitive

An unseen

And unwanted observation

A thought too soon for now

But I am detached

Trapped on this floating tour bus

And beyond the multi-paned oval

The falls

Of smoke

Look nice

POEM - Eagles Don’t Always Soar

It didn’t seem like he’d ever get it done

Probably the same thing my parents thought

As months turned into years

And the stupid write up

Sat and sat and then

Finally

Completion

Youth is a lousy project manager

Never holds conference calls

Always behind on Gantt chart updates

Doesn’t do the math right

So the percentages are always off

Never does a sanity check

To verify outliers

In the reported data

But Six Sigma

Still isn’t a merit badge.

So really what can you say

When the poor Boy Scout

Trying to be organized

And remember what he did

And improve society

Isn’t  conforming  

To industry standards?

He was never trained

And his parents forget too

And only can think to pray

And beg, threaten, connive, and bargain

Until exhaustion or tears

Require rescheduling

Of additional follow-up meetings

To hash out the details

Create a cohesive plan

Strive for synergy

And finish the dang Eagle already!