Sunday, September 30, 2012


Across from me on the 33 bus:
her shopping bags were brimming,
carrots still with their tops, low fat milk
and nutritious, multi-grain bread.
As we rode for many blocks,
she was talking, maybe a bit too loud,
sometimes laughing,
in conversation
with someone not there.

She seemed sad, I judged.
And, yet I know nothing
of the fullness of a life
lived in her world.
Where did I find sadness?

Saturday, September 29, 2012

It is fall

Wet pavement after the Equinox─
beautiful patterns evoke memories.

The air has a faint chill, it is fall.
Summer’s ease begins to fade.

Sunday, September 16, 2012


I don’t question
the intricacy that
coping and aging requires.
But, I am glad
I don’t forget
what it once took
to navigate my world.

Monday, September 3, 2012


Of course, blue moon is metaphor.
As the second full moon appeared
over the city rooftops it seemed,
like distant love, so very real.