[Quiet Man Cometh]

Not a lot coming to mind these days, so here's some observational mundanity for you.


Lemon Zest

open flesh
skinless, white
under passing grates
sticky puffs
of citrus mist spatter
the tabletop; settle
in tart clouds
over a pile of citrus rinds
thin strips of lemon flesh

MH

Inventing the Wheel

Scattered cogs and wooden sticks
Delicate furrowed brow.
Stick. Cog. Spoke.
Piece in either hand
Measured frown pondering
The finer points of an axle.

MH.

Los Toros

Tea cup and packed leaves
Hot water percolating: *slurp*
Pause.
*Smack*

Sugar and cream
Lift tea cup,
Put it back down.
Pause.
*Smack*

High pitched squealing
Drumming feet
Tea cup to table
Drumming feet
Squeal. Pause.
*Smack*

Sitting at table.
Pause.

MH.