Inspiration

The moment touches
The space just behind the eye
Then leaves, fluttering.

'Tis

The shoppers alight.
Going out of business sales.
Picking at the bones.

Twenty-Four Hours

Behind the counter
She'll serve coffee and a smile
Though her heart aches so.

Happy bus driver
147 express
"Let's go to work, folks!"

"Hello, you have reached
The office of so-and-so.
Can I help you, please?"

Salesman on the lot
Pacing back and forth thinking
About commissions.

"One issue. Only a
Dollar. Help the homeless
In this fine city!"

Last call. Cleaning out
The empty glasses, smiling
At all the stories.

Collecting the garbage,
Blinking at the morning sun.
Eight hours to go.

Folks about their day
Not realizing how much
They need each other.

(originally published in The Journal of Ordinary Thought, Spring 2005)