COMFORT

Spring onions
[ little but mighty ]
dance around in
a Friday evening pan
& press their tangy scent
through screened windows
in Queen Village.

Volvo-owning dads
mirror-shine their autos
with microfiber
cloths & load hatchbacks
with camping equipment.

I walk through it all,
like an open air museum.
Grilled burgers & Turtle Wax,
basil clippings from the window
box.

Society hill

Society Hill, Philadelphia

 

 

THE DAY’S LAST MINUTES

Certain of nothing now
but smiling
and the pup, sighing tired
sighs in my lap.

Possibility
of the day’s last minutes
growing limp like wilted
radish greens.

What I could start
and not finish
haunts me.

Dinner was invented,
destroyed, and the dishes
speak of a modern, though
pointless porcelain sculpture.

And isn’t that the point?
Dinner?

Take what’s whole,
divide into pieces,
put back together with grace.

If only it were
Groundhog Day.

groundhog day 2