window

Hopping

A little boy in a tiny green polo,

latched to Mom's hand,

hops along the crosswalk.

Swinging from white rectangle to white rectangle;

laughing at the falling leaves and

jumping for joy.

Cigarette

"Can I get a cigarette?"

the man asked me as I sat at my computer, reading

pages and pages of nothing worthwhile.

"Sorry, don't smoke," I replied.

He shrugged his shoulders and moved on.

"Can I get a cigarette?"

I heard him ask,

and I sat

and read

pages and pages of nothing worthwhile.