into an urban vermeer’s light
noise, stillness, solitude, silence
present condition
sitting cross-legged on carpet
jaywalking wind
pushing free press onto
abrasive scouring pads
sending it all to kitchen
sleep night
night bright
resting with one eye shut
one ear open
she waits
it was an artful pint, was it?
and you heard what?
poe’s raven?
poe’s raven ranting
perched on circular straw?
hands
held tight
much delight
evening walk
coffee-molasses in
late night carafe
in 24/7 diner
stars dancing embedded in clouds
back home
ripe poems
rampant,
fruitful
thin-skinned
verses continuing on in the kitchen
where they eat brain foods
fish, walnuts, blueberries
comfort foods warming on burner
like invading a frozen
time capsule
that was a simile
not a smile
he’d say to her
and then laugh
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 