Reservation List

Amazing how many figures

can get bleached out by the sun

waiting for you to load your 

camera with gourmet recipes,

searching for some hidden meaning 

reflected in a spoonful of broth, 

a soupçon of catacombs, hieroglyphs, 

and hesitation. 

[LSS, 4/14/21]

Cocktail Hour

I didn’t hear the shriek,

but there must have been one

when the sharp-shinned hawk

tore the first bit of flesh  

from that shrew, because 

the only sound I could hear 

was you loading your tumbler 

with beach pebbles and grit 

hoping to polish away 

the rough edge of nature. 

[LSS, 4/14/21]

Team Sport

Catching the falling 

plates before they 

hit the floor: 

I am pitcher;

you have lost

your mitt.

[LSS, 4/14/21]