The Path, 1

Grey shells
on walk, fresh spread
for summer’s tourist surge,
await, as for a million years,
my tread.

Mall Contents

They shriek
and grab and push
always for new. Plump trash-
family children in last year’s
bright colours.

Career Move

Jobs came
first in our plans;
we moved from place to place
to end atop the pyramid.
Jobs went.

Like Popcorn

Cinquains
pop hot and fresh:
full tubs of froth and salt
in splendid form, tasty and warm
then flat.

The Path, 2

What have
you seen the cat
consume or ferret take?
What slaking gifts hung by the shrike,
o path?