Winter On And On
New snow drifting down at dawn- so lovely, unless you must shovel it.
Lingua Fortis
Lingua Latina superstites Caesares sed non Latini.
Liberation
Hemlocks creak under their burden of ice and snow. A soft thump. They’re free.
Thinking Too Precisely
I’m afraid I got lost in my thoughts. I confused all my musts with my oughts. I have to confess That I’ve made a mess Of my assets, break-evens, and naughts.
Jazz Koan
At the Village Vanguard, a quartet of musicians had just played their last set. The listeners had paid their tabs, left generous tips in the jar, and gone home. The waiters were cleaning the tables and mopping the floor, the manager was counting the evening’s take and stashing it in the safe to be taken