feed a hunger, too.
The windows here
tell a tell a different story
than the windows of San Francisco.
What shows up is worthy to see.
The same is true of which words
appear on the page. Or which
tasty morsels find their way
on toasted pita this morning.
A bit of cheese is a given.
Waiting in the hot air, waiting for the fog to roll back in
ReplyDeleteOn the trip from one city to another, the ladies go on sleeping
As if there were storms on the hillsides--
Relief it seems so simple
Yet behind the glasses, a wayward glare
The sure hand of the mentor, eye on the ball
kicked around