Driving home at sunset

Hills like cut paper
black against tissue blue skies.
Through poked holes, stars shine.

Nearing seventeen

Unaware of her
beauty, unselfconsciousness
gives each movement grace.

High school play

Geeks transformed into
leading men stop hearts, but then
revert back next day.

For whom the bell tolls

From an estate sale –
pendulum clock. Westminster
chimes now count my days.

Empire State Building – in the elevator

Tourists whisked to the
top while on tenant floors, one
hears “shhhhhhsss” like secrets.

Empire State Building – at the base

Like a hick I tilt my
head to see the top and
ponder tossed pennies.

Morning in midtown Manhattan

In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.

Double entendre overheard at LaGuardia

“We’re domestic,” a
blonde woman tells her daughter
in line at the gate.

1964 World’s Fair Unisphere

Flushing Meadows Park
once a site of hope. There, a
globe pledged future peace.

only blog can make a tree

a dilemma of
riches in tiny topaz
the art of language