Backyard Barbeque
A radiant ampersand
drills into the soil,
open-hearted, its carcass
picked clean by a bird
and two carpenter bees.
The sun forgot where
to cast what it casts out.
Strips of light, strips of shade.
Streaks of light, streaks of haze.
Time is never kind.
People Person
To what do I owe this
bother.
Unwelcome
arrival
in the form of
words words words.
Prosperity
I’m eager to make
an effort
even though it’s so
unlike me.
*
How to accumulate
(dust)
when you’re always
moving?
*
There is
no such thing
as a bargain.
