Saturday

tea in a coffee shop. my table leans to the left. there's a man watching me watch people. who's creepier? it's two o'clock.

yesterday I shaved my head. halfway. today I'm sharing a moment with a French woman, hair to her knees! perhaps she's Italian.

Thursday

a sad-eyed baby
with red hair
walking like an old man

a wild-eyed old man
with white hair
walking like a baby

Tuesday

you dance when you walk
you would fly
if you could

there is a point
when sunsets are not sunsets
the sun just sets

Friday

moonrise over the Atlantic --
punctuation
at the beginning of a sentence

Monday

watching a storm roll in
across the lake
then trying to outrun it

wild, dew-covered blueberries
stain my fingers
and harvesting basket

Thursday

climbing beanstalks
with a giant
who has the quickest hands?

waiting --
eating fresh peas
on a stranger's stoop

what lovely people
and their faces!
still more rain falls