Issue Two - Michael Rivet
Minutiae
Empty my brain
Of small details
Lest I sink
Into a miasma
Of minutiae –
Encore
Pine St. lined with elms
a sea of crowded
yellow waving hands
awaiting an encore
on green grass
raked away
in the cold and wet
of Halloween.
Vacation to the Big City
She liked to pretend she lived there
To shed mundane living space
In foreign ports of call –
A temporary neighbor.
In corner stores, bakeries, cafes
A stool in the local pub
Here she finds her vacation
Costumed in the customs.