The angel did not need a magic wand
To wave for what it had was pure command
Dictated by a depth whose only wish
Ran similar to ripples like a beat.
...
It was for kin and kith I chose to shed
The skin of sin and flesh and bones beneath
Because I couldn’t hope to even reach
The temple much less be worth being it.
...
Bus Ride
Abraham de la Torre
The lady looked for a place
...
She must have baked a thousand cakes and one
her little shop with customers aswarm
laden with goodies icinged with her warmth
infusing buoyed-up buyers and their buy.
...
A carpenter falls
Off his easy rider
The shock absorbers
Are seconds too
...
This is the way to roll 'em
Break a chip of the brown block
(Not necessarily old, although age makes a diff)
...
Tentatively
Darkness describes a chill
Framed in invisible mist
The blur awakening to a whisper
...
He always has something to say
something incoherent interminable intolerable to say
even if you spoke to no one
in particular
...