Hoarders

Invested with deep
meaning, treasures buried by
trash. Dust, dirt their shroud.

Missed the bus

Now she has time to
blow dry her hair while I rub
away sleep, then drive.

Corey Haim

When Robert Frost wrote
“Nothing gold can stay,” he could
have described child stars.

Christmas LED lights

Like laser pointers
they blind in red green blue as
they save the planet

Silence

You don’t notice the
absence of sound until you
strain to hear something.

Unemployed Christmas

Can days be merry
and bright? Jobs – like ornaments –
fragile, out of reach.

Ugly photo

She keeps it displayed
to remind herself that once
she didn’t know it

She watches me…

…create. Impatient
that I won’t pay attention
when I’m writing stuff.

Not among the 6%

“Let’s go to the beach!”
One kid, online, shrugs as the
other keeps texting.

“In a typical week, only 6 percent of children ages nine to thirteen play outside on their own.”
from The Option of Urbanism: Investing in a New American Dream by Christopher B. Leinberger

Already mid-July

And so summer goes
like fishing line cast into
swift moving waters