Night Studio

There’s a hummingbird asleep 

in the keyhole, and the moon 

slid under the table an hour ago.

My phone’s taking payment

for work I haven’t started 

and maybe never will complete.

All those mile makers beginning 

to pile up in the corner 

have yet to be imagined. 

[LSS, 4/26/21]

Gifted

That thing I randomly encounter, 

like a stain in the kitchen sink

that the paper towel perfectly blots

into a ready-to-be-framed work of art. 

[LSS, 4/26/21]