Her Two Cents
The sound of the theremin is perfect for wet, windy days when the sky is gray and misunderstood, curiously creepy post-Halloween ghoulies skitter-scatter back to their hiding places. Lick your lips, lick your wounds, lick a trick-or-treat lollipop. Be happy. Thanksgiving is right around the corner.
A Happy Place Haiku
Missed Connections in Manhattan
Many remind me
of you. When the wind blows
I can smell your skin.
Raindrops pour, over
Sprinkle and Dance on your
Lips. Pitter patter.
Your invoice on Pink
Sticky notes and me – new
Bag of Lollipops.
