Today was a good day. A good day to watch the rain from the dry warmth of the office, The steady rhythm of the raindrops an accompaniment To both work and some light housekeeping. Today was a good day. A good day to drive the long way through downtown, Observing trees whose leaves have finally

If ever we converse and I do not look you in the eye, Please do not take it as a sign of disrespect or disinterest. I’m listening. Perhaps it is a vestige of childhood shyness, The girl who doesn’t speak unless spoken to. She’s listening. Perhaps it is the curse of the socially awkward, Looking