Tortilla chip dust
settles in sizable clumps
beneath the whole chips.

God is distracted.
All he can hear is Tebow
praying for touchdowns.

Seven silver trays
house rice, beans, and tortillas
for hungry house guests.

Warm winter weather
brings out the crazies in shorts
who pine for summer.

Why do rappers rap
about their rapping prowess?
Insecurity?

This old, dusty broom
dirties the snow as I sweep
white clumps into gray.

Jumping and spinning;
stomping and shrieking and…whew!
Kids are something else.