Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Ithaca, NY
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Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Category Archives: magic
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.
Obama: Candid Date
It’s said women swoon
at his rallies, yet his wife
once called him stinky.
The other half lives
It’s fun to see what
it’s like and then go back to
being nobody.
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.
New York City from the air
Like a jeweler
displaying gems on velvet
wealth gleams beyond reach
a haiku a day 