day 2212

November 30, 2010

 

day 2212

toilet bowl water,

clear, then made art by a drop

of blood from my nose

 


day 2211

November 29, 2010

 

day 2211

exiting, she smiled,

said, “I like how you did that,”

as I held the door

 


day 2210

November 23, 2010

day 2210

the sound of gravel,

of grass, of dirt, beneath my feet;

a blue-jay flies by


day 2208

November 21, 2010

 

day 2208

the flock of pigeons

flew over the street, turning,

swooping, pin-wheeling

 


day 2207

November 19, 2010

 

day 2207

though I’m at my desk,

my legs are bouncing as if

I had drum pedals

 

 


day 2206

November 18, 2010

 

day 2206

I was reminded

of what the past had been like,

the need to return

 


day 2205

November 17, 2010

 

day 2205

unsentimental –

how I come across sometimes –

but I have a heart!