This May Night

Wet cold bike ride home.
Should have borrowed the poncho.
Hot shower jammies.

Dilemma Me

Oh you computer
almost working now. . . Should I
take you in or not?

Poem for Poem

I read your poem
in suffer mac store moment.
Now I read deeper.

How Lucky Our Lives

Back in Sue's Paris --
star trash, film noire, yummy food,
stories old and new.

One Night in Paris

Boys come late and drunk.
I tell Karim too much and
miss you even more.

Which Dresses Do You Bring to Paris?

Orange with flowers,
blue polkas, purple flowers,
black strappy, short white.

Countdown

One more day of work
of six consecutive days.
Paris Friday morn.

Breathe In Let Breathe Out Go

Picture me this way:
relapsed yogi thankful to
find her way back home.