4-1-08 PoemEvening dawns electric dim
almost unreal to my eyes
light other than the neon lights
of broadway after work tonight silver rounded drops of rain
and far off clouds of cotton grey
flashing slowly white
then bowing back to night in my room – the window open
rain is tapping – my heater’s on
and sugar and butter by way of bright colored
birds of yellow and pink are gone.

snapped beneath my fingers, crunched between my teeth,
deliciously loving motherly sent easter cookie treats,
gobbled up, swallowed down,
it’s all the little things.