I like how the moments
pass by: how the shadows start
and grow thru the day
I imagine you there alone
and then not, and then you call
and you are not even there
the mind of a woman, how
it etches out plans: yet forgets
hard plastic on the burner
as the oven grows to 450
degrees enough to melt a xmas
gift. it happens you said
and boy does it happen
to me and it's nice not to think
I am crazy or lazy just
me
