(Not New York)

It feels like New York

this lunch place filled with voices

a silent refuge

Last Friday Evening

Memorial Day

begins hushed with Friday’s breeze

the rest a mystery

Two “She’s”

Dog park 8 pm
all she wants to do is sniff
I plan my dinner

*

On Mother’s Day eve
I was in an antique store
full of things she loved*


*Literally. This store is closing after 72 years. Mom shopped there since I was a kid. Our home had numerous pieces that she  bought there. And the shop bought back many of them as well as other items of hers after we cleared out the family house. I have, in turn, bought a few back myself over the last few years. The store still has some, and who knows where they will go after it closes next month.