Whirling dervishes
spin and spin and spin some more,
inside the circle.

Up here in the air,
we close our eyes super-tight.
Hopefully, we sleep.

The food was so good,
I almost forgot to chew.
Nothing went to waste.

Twenty-four brown shoes,
each one of them ill-fitting.
On to the next store…

After a long walk,
the rain soaks my shoes, my socks,
the skin of my feet.

In moral debates,
do not seek neutrality.
There is no such thing.

A French master crafts
meticulous cinema
using sights and sounds.

An empty train car
traverses the rusty tracks,
devoid of purpose.

The rigid baseboard
rats out the crooked curtain.
Straighten up! Fly right!