7.

an unexpected Sunday: no ambition for chores
but instead: a family lunch, a bit of shopping, cooking shows, moving books,

telling the Vietnamese lady next door
over my dogs barking

/ no, I won’t interrupt my dinner to do yardwork /

the scent of burning plastic, the sounds of lawnmowers an incense, a song

8.

the wharf is infected with waiting

we fake ambivalence over rumors
of falling river levels

watching the water for signs
under an eclipsing sun