MPR Raccoon

inquisitive nimble hands
grasp unforgiving stone
man's monoliths should
daunting be but you defy
gravity with graceful audacity
and skyward bound for glory
our nervous eyes turn to you
humbled and hoping

forgetful

i ran so fast
i left my heart
like a toothbrush
in a vacant hotel room
before the maid comes
discarded by the sink
next to the soggy washcloth
destined for the rubbish bin