lunch on tuesday

somehow
my shoulder
seems to involve
itself in
yawning

some
days are
for getting lost
and purposefully not
walking straight
lines

Beware the conspiracy of daisies
that connives to insinuate
incognito charm into
seemingly ordinary
Thursdays:

they are easy to miss.

it’s
hard to
say goodbye to
people who know
you so
well

reading directions is
one thing,
but
following them
is quite another.

encouraging form, sense, meaning to
hop from careful, clinical,
conscious thought into
immediate, uninhibited
intuition

today, it’s kleenex not tissue,
jello not jelly. i’m
coldish, so i
win by
default.

now
light, I’ll
take the time
to walk, and linger,
and smile at the cars
whizzing so fast past moseying me.

right
in front
of me, there
dances an entire wondercosm
of peaceful entities,
forever galumphing
gracefully.

mom,
when i’ve
got a cold,
it seems there is
only one universal
truth worth
contemplation:

orange jello in a white bowl