wish

As if by chance a wish appears,

The dance of promise and relief

For those who pay their way and wait

In solitude for years, and brief

It floats from fingers tightly sewn

And swift with absent thought is blown.

A Beautiful Response

You could try the recycle boutique
To help make ends meet
Or some avocado on rye
Fresh coffees to go.
And where’s the man I passed near immigration?
Now a lady lounging on a bench
With all her worldly goods in a trolley nearby.  I smile:
Would you like a coffee?
“Piss off, you stupid cunt.”

And lost at sea in tinfoil and plastic
A gull with its guts spills out.

A golden serum on the wall behind claims
It will smooth out all the cracks and fissures and imperfections.