22 may

It was with no small grin that he approached

my desk

                nearly ready to rock

                                                                back

                                                                                forth

                                                on his heels

                                                                                toes                      

“While you were gone—“

                                                                he began,

dashing a glance to my windowsill garden,

                “I thought you should know,”

and here I wondered

                as he paused

so I guessed—

                                                way, way off—

“I watered my plant myself.”

                He nodded, confirming.

I repeated, to confirm.

                                Agreed.

                Beaming.

“I’m proud of you,”

                                I offered, proud.

He accepted, proud

“That’s all I wanted,” he said.

                Water me, we say.

19 may

juggle up

from the drop-down menu

it’s a can-do

(if you pull through)

(pearl three)

(purl what?)

(undergo)

—wipeout—

18 may

When the pen lends its tongue

Unstrung from its tale

Told twice or more unfolded

Hand holding and sideways glancing

These are the angles and the dishes

The a la cartes full of wishes

Imagining the pages twinkling blank

Winking back with impish yes

Invitations will not arrive

Start: write, do, thrive

17 may

Eleven twenty and forty seconds and near sleep

I realize

my clock still says 16 THU and

NO DANCING

Only the time works

Change the day and date yourself

if you need to

Get down all bad with yourself

if you need to

By eleven twenty-two

it’s 17 FRI

Still NO DANCING

Get down if you need to

You don’t need a clock to tell you it’s time

16 may

Life as

makework--?

Say you fake work,

if you shirk work

soon they’ll take work

from your plate—jerk!

Now it’s slow lurch

down the path, dirt

and the slow hurt

‘til it’s way worse

and a dark hearse

pulls alongside,

offers you a ride

15 may

waking,

I find sleeping

preferable,

                      return