vacant lot

The bed of earth and gravel
resembles a giant grave
surrounded by two asphalt driveways
and the parking lot at back,
slopes upward away from the
busy street and concrete sidewalk.

It is long and narrow.
I almost expect to see a headstone. Continue reading

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cat-action

so-quick-the-moves-all-blur-together;
so
still
a
dust
mote
moves
at
the
speed-of-light.
That’s how my cat plays Continue reading

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familiar machine

We have considered replacing
our poor old vacuum cleaner
with its frayed cord
that won’t retract properly
and the handle that falls off
if you don’t cradle it just so,
and it does have a tendency to
pull to the left
and has been known to fart dust
from a sneaky Continue reading

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