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…create. Impatient
that I won’t pay attention
when I’m writing stuff.
Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.
Rumbles of thunder
promise that soon fat raindrops
will bring refreshment.
Expected to know
all the dishes, servers eat
the entire menu.
At the interview
J’s hired on the spot, full of
new employee glee.
Panera’s didn’t
call, nor Applebee’s. Rejec-
tion’s hard at sixteen.
Has it really been
a month since I told you all
about my day, dear?
Formally over
twelve years of learning to look
good on this one night.
Cap, gown, diploma,
degree. A sense of self the
take-away that counts.
such a sweet ride they
didn’t want to leave so they
did Wendy’s drive-thru
Deciding who to
take like negotiating
Mideast peace treaty.
In it she was arm
candy, someone that turned heads
unexpectedly.
Dog is lagging yet
clear skies pale green leaves urge me
to linger longer.
Who will you be, and
from where? What will have brought you
here - mere chance or choice?
A schoolteacher in
a barrel did what no man
could - lived to tell it.
At a diner it’s
normal, but at home pancakes
seems so decadent.
Florida is the
cheese at the end of the maze
known as air travel.
From a Revealing
start to this auspicious point -
my life in short form.
From an estate sale -
pendulum clock. Westminster
chimes now count my days.
Emily Bronte * labored quietly but I * scream “Here are my words!”
Spring ahead and lose
an hour. What I could have done
in that length of time…
It’s fun to see what
it’s like and then go back to
being nobody.
In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.
Flushing Meadows Park
once a site of hope. There, a
globe pledged future peace.
“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.
the constant dripping
nature’s tears of joy as she
sees her world reborn
Reclaiming the word,
she grabs the bitch by the horns
and makes us all proud.
Like the extra hour
when we fall ahead, this one
day a trick in time.
Today J begins
flying not yet a driver
the sky’s the limit
We drive to where his
girlfriend’s dad says the haunted
tunnel is. We freak.
So hungry but the
dress fits stumble past photogs
smile stop nod pose smile.
Dreams of Oscars like
sugarplums dance in their heads.
Hollywood’s Christmas.