COME FOR TEA
Today, I will detach,
Let go,
Like yet another heart-shaped golden leaf shaking loose
From the poplars with a shivering sigh.
THE MYSTERY OF THE POUTY-LIP THING (and musings on miracles)
I shall celebrate today,
Give myself a little breast-bone-rub,
With a side-dish of attitude
Involving that pouty-lip thing,
That we all tend to do when we dance.
BARCELONA, WITH A SIDE ORDER OF EMPATHY AND CAKE
Empathy is grossly underrated.
Spread liberally, shared indiscriminately, and ingested with relish, life would be a piece of cake.