Yoga tape today
played fast-forward, then upward-
downward-- pen in child’s pose.
Weeds through cobblestones
pulled and piled, blown apart--
roots stay in the ground.
Dishes in the sink
are now...
WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE?
Another December,Another end of the roadAs I look around and wonder,Where have all the people gone?
Tucked in tighter to...
Close Encounter at a Grocery Store
Grayed Vans, downcast eyes
Bear lumbering after cookies
How have you turned bald?!
Your quiet stare ceased.
How dare you remain yourself!
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