Collage I

Chit Chat

I counted the words, seventeen of them.

I counted on being able

to make seventeen words make sense.

Suspenseful

My mouth felt like a mealy mess of dry cake

And no milk.

"...nothing left in the tank," I sputtered

and those were the last five.

The All-Clear sounded:

It was a car horn--

The light was green.

Walking

By the time your boots were on

my shoes were off.

But by the time you'd walked the dog

I'd taken off.

You never asked me where I went