Poetry

Three Observations On A Saturday

Without rainboots adults walk in broad streets when sidewalks turn into lakes. Without a companion an umbrella remains tucked underarm when carrying two bags home. Without a hood glasses glistenwith diamondswhen rain fills the horizon.

From An Alley

Some mornings walkingWhile the city awakensCool air in gentle embraceWith a sparrow’s notes of grace Carries me to Thomassin, to Athens, or to Belfast whenthe peace before the hustleis the same.