Old Woman on Street Corner

It’s all too much,
this blurring by,
far past even her craziest
girlhood speculations
on the porch swing,
radio talking baseball
to the summer day.

Now forgotten how
she gave up and let the times
ratchet on ahead

leaving her in
the eternal conversation
of grass and clouds

wandering.

Monday Morning

white tree
blue sky
black crow

noisy crow

Company

It’s been
how many
decades since
I felt lonely –
three?
four?

Closer
to four.

Maybe
it’s having
those
dead people
on the
other
side of
reality
tapping
the glass.