The Walk

THE WALK Every day, whatever the weather I walk around the neighborhood. It’s gated and comfortably isolated with circles of streets To explore and upon which to muse. The midafternoon sun splinters into shards of light Between the leaves of…

Cheese, Please

CHEESE, PLEASE Does anything taste better Than 20-year-old Wisconsin cheddar? Or a dollop of baked, buttery Brie On a cracker with seeds of sesame? I eat cheese morning, noon, and night, Which probably explains why my pants are so tight.…

Secrets

SECRETS Treasures buried And crosses carried. They look the same Until I see. Beggars in a Lisbon street, teeming. Some without legs, some muttering, some screaming. I feign preoccupation, Not looking, not thankful. Snails strain to escape a boiling pot…