on their shelf above the kitchen -
a singular reminder
She smiled as we passed her table -
a nod of politeness, rather than recognition.
She was lunching with her husband -
and thinly clad in the summer heat.
Old hats new hats,
short hats, tall hats,
red hats blue hats,
big hats, small hats.
To live life as it is unfolding
under my nose
New poems fall
from a tree,
It was an empty sort of day -
one of those that merely fill the gap
between Christmas and New Year.
The air hummed with the sounds of suburbia.
I carry you in my heart
rock you in my dreams
hug you with my pen
marvel at your nowness
is the expression
on the stern teacher's face,