In the VIP Lounge of our Civic Complex
on Tuesday afternoons, we retired folk
congregate at the call of the Director
to play Duplicate Bridge.
My partner and I usually do quite well;
we are often in the top three, sometimes
first. In fact, two weeks ago Continue reading
The first drops splat
on the pavement, car windows
like egg on a suit.
People fold into doorways
earwigs into corrugations.
Clouds have fulfilled
meteorological prophecy.
The day is half empty.
I was just starting to prune
the many little branches
sprouting from the base
of each of the four tall maples
the stand along the back of our yard.
He came over to the corner Continue reading
