A Collection Of These Things

                                                                               When you ask me how to do it
How to make it make sense
Break the words in a Poem
So as to make them less dense

An Evening Walk

As she did every summer day Mitoyo prepared a cup of tea and a few crackers when Koichi returned from his long hours as a railway dispatcher. They talked about events of their day, and, while neither mentioned it, they hid their disappointment that there was no letter from their son Kenji.  After his tea Koichi took one cigarette from a pack, carefully placed it in his shirt pocket, and started on his long evening walk.

Getting Old

I wandered from my second-floor office down to Fourth Street to indulge myself after a particularly difficult afternoon. Even though it was February, the afternoon sun blazed, the air was still, and the sidewalks were crowded with folks pretending it was spring. 

Visit to a Mental Institution

I was sitting on a wheelchair parked in the atrium of Peaceful Springs tearing at leaves on a potted Philodendron when my wife approached cautiously. I was expecting the visit but in a daze from the voltage they were zapping through my brain.