New Season

There’s no room for cheap regrets.
A little kid seeing how far she can draw
With a piece of colorful chalk
Down the city sidewalk
In the setting sun.
Things happen and we happen
With the winds to guide us or our own
Currents.



I have been biting back the bile.
Faking the smiles.
Lying nicely.
Make things Easy.
Keep things Quiet.
Like I was a tiptoeing Rogue.
But that’s not me.
Time for a Yell.
Space for a Grrrrr.
Now let the Panting begin.

The dazed lady in the store.

She was a nice enough woman, and she seemed to be all there, but she kept leaving her shopping cart in the aisle and leave to wander another one, blocking traffic quite effectively. She did this a couple of times. Yes. I watched. And then the stupid, petty, crazy, non-super hero in me had to act. I waited, ready to strike. As she came back from a side quest down an aisle and returned to her cart, I parked mine in front of hers and then went to walk away. Very subtle, I know. But I couldn’t really be that much of an ass. She was already smiling that smile that people use to pause their minds as something they are not used to invades their padded reality. I smiled back and said “funny, right?” Then I took my cart and went about my business. And she went ahead and did it again at the next aisle. This is by no means an important or meaningful moment. But it made me think various things, not the least if I was insane. Ha!