To the flag, to Bush, to you
To a Starbucks on every corner...

To see something is to drink it in.
The senses absorb a tiny fraction...

You put the key into my ignition
My engine rumbles...

Flip flop
Tick tock...

Mindless chatter melds with bells
laughter coats the room, comforting all...

It's in the way his fingertips brush against my...
its in the way he kisses my forehead and whispers...

It's storytime
And your Uncle is home...

A mother broods over
her offspring...

Now apart, but together;
When the shore sings...

It's noon in your city,
and a minivan orgy is taking place on the streets...

Her feet dangle,
The water licks the shore...

Hands resting gently in his lap,
Like a Bengal stalking its prey...