When in Rome

I've forgotten how...
to pray I light
Shabbat candles
and bake
chocolate cookies

a resurrection of naked ladies

the air of pink
fragrant, teasing
my life's dearth
unearthed
and buried

de novo embers

timid turns
the heated dust
catching
suitable
digressions

demitasse

half empty
half full
surprisingly strong
those phantom fingers
stirring

the gathering

raven-feathers
cloak
the neighborhood
craving a murder
for yard, fence, and tree

fleeting moments

the thicket's doe
steps lightly
impressions of one
not seen
soon follow

Days of the Week

It's Wednesday
all I can think
buffet
my head
feels no hunger

The End and Beginning

for Lizzie

Evening gowns and night caps
tossed...
To interview the days ahead:
summer jobs
and auditory umms.