DryA scene in a book I readhad a woman leaning backwardover an old stone wellhand mirror above her pale faceso she could stare intowhat lay behind her.Locals told her the future waited therelike an old friend that comes upand claps your shoulderand scares the piss out of you.The woman saw her mangathered in the rippled surfacewalking a long road home to her.If I ever found myself leaningbackward with a hand mirrorover an old stone wellI imagine all I'd seeis dirt.
Senryu for Shakespearehushed gray morning -a timid entranceon east stage.
HomeworkBoys!Fifteen minutes to homework!Whaaat? Fifteeeen?Fifteen!Short seething silence.Discordant defense of fairness.The ruling tone emerges:Fifteen minutes orNone at all; you decide.Snide whispers and sunk heads retreat.
Peeking Greenpeeking greenfrom firm packed dirt -leaflet kisses gravestone.
Royal Kitty MemorialThere once was an Egyptian Pharaohwhose eyebrows were slanted and narrowso after his cute kitty diedand he'd sniffled and criedhe could shave them off with the tip of an arrow.