Friday

I felt like God
you thought
no one was watching

this afternoon
I loafed
with Henry Thoreau

if only
you had
looked up

Thursday

two old men
with Ph. D's
waxing nostalgic

Tuesday

the same sun shines
on an unfamiliar place
making anywhere home

Tuesday morning leisure
breakfast and a stroll
week days proven arbitrary

Monday

a grove of scented evergreens
hastily shoved
into a taxi's glovebox

Saturday

in the stall next to you
showers sharing drains
I'm naked

Friday

the ball's in my court
too bad
we're not playing tennis

Thursday

walking to class
the heavy snowflakes falling
glorified rain

student activists rant
predicting environmental apocalypse
--snow dances outside my window

tonight's frigid wind
a hooded thief
robs me of my breath

scents of hookah smoke
hang in my hair
as I drift into sleep