I think I need an amulet – a big one – to ward of accidents.
Clumsy, I am not, but walking home from the farmers’ market, I tripped and broke
both my wrists – who puts a step in the sidewalk? Some part of luck is still with me. A tall woman emerged from an SUV, ‘can I help. I am a nurse’. Another trip ( no pun intended) to the ER. 4 months ago, a backwards car – on a one-way street – ran into me, and then there was the incident with the dog….
My-ex, said ‘I hope you make it to your birthday’ – 3 weeks away.
No worries, dear. I will survive.
Cafe File at Read and Cathedral
young staff welcoming yawning
On bar stool facing the window – black baseball cap
tall cold brew
at table, stout lady dark hair bangs chatting with striped shirt
two geezers walk in sit at the next table – sipping, debating
– stay or go? – recital at 3:30
one goes, one joins the stout lady
Two 20’s, flip-flops and shorts raise their shades ponder the menu
hipster at counter staring at laptop idling sipping – short buzz cut
avocado zaatar toast with egg – coffee
you don’t know what you got till it’s gone..
rock me mama like a South bound train…times they are a’changing
outside the window
Emmanuel Episcopal framed by the blue sky.
This may look like weeds but it once was covered with demolition rubble –
then bulldozed clean and spread with seed. I call it life.
The little birds seem
wary of the crumbs, but
when the blue green pigeon comes
they join the feast and
peck the sidewalk clean.
Old Jack Russell
The Sun amused
by the tiny moon
– with crescent smile –