After the Storm

Cutting kindling

from the heavy door

blown off its hinges

in this week's storm.

[LSS, 11/8/20]

Diagnosing the Problem

Our luggage is strewn on the tarmac. 

And now the baggage handler 

is putting my suitcase 

on the wrong plane. 

I feel sick, a small panic ensues, 

which is mercifully followed

by blissful relief and a slowly 

rising excitement when I realize 

that after we land this time, 

I will be free, at the carousel,

to choose the zebra 

instead of the horse.

[LSS, 11/8/20]