Stuffing and sorting
hundreds of white envelopes
takes an afternoon.

Women in blue shirts
sync gadgets for the eager
downtown consumers.

Sunday afternoon
patrons gather at the bar
for beer, not nonsense.

Savory meat pies
warm the spirit, and taste buds,
thanks to slow-cooked beef.

Pop goes the kneecap;
national television
brings it to us live.

Factory surplus
chocolate fills the store shelves.
Can we buy some? Please?

He gnaws on plastic
bags in the early morning.
He howls for cat food.

Your great good fortune
reflects tears, tenaciousness,
invisible strife.

Which jacket to wear,
considering the weather
swings and sways away?

Spices dominate.
Their odor overpowers
weaker, meeker smells.