when the address is wrong and
each one arrives and leaves in puzzlement.
Hurries down the pavement, wondering
where the others are, is this another sign
of the distraction of the times?
Days Like This
when the inbox overflows although
last night you swore today
would be different. Today
you’d read poems, make soup,
never hit the send button.
I like Small Stones for Wednesday andThursday
and I like the photograph from the back garden