Eggplants

I dreamt
that my hands
were eggplants large
and purple
shiny like
new shoes.

My task
was to build
a house for my
grand-daughter's
little dolls.

Oh God, why?

I fumbled with tools
and tried simply
to push pieces
together.

In the end
I wept
and awoke
without tears
heartbroken
but whole.

Ghost

I have
no words
for this.

You were for me
a memory
someone lost
a heart wound
that had mostly healed.

Now you
appear behind
this secret door.

Hidden
I am lost.

The Sign

At the place
where the road divides
stands a two story
                     red-roofed
clapboard building.
A broad awning stretches
over the patchwork
wooden porch
shading a line
of round backed
metal chairs.

From the ridge pole
at the peak
a red sign is hung
with bright yellow letters -


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