She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Afternoon rendezvous
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She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Wednesday is the new
Monday, Thursday Hump Day, T
GI still Friday.
If we look ahead
in hope, optimism,
then shouldn’t the ball rise?
Sally Fields said it
best. Be they awards or page views,
validation’s sweet.
Earthy smell of fresh
mud awakens winter-dulled
senses like coffee.
What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.
Unlike cold New York
you smile, take in all comers
with your midwest charm.
Though Burnham’s Folly’s
in New York, he saved his best
for his hometown dreams.
What naiad dances
in your pulsing, surging heart,
calling me to her?