by Kelly

Stuck behind a light

that goes red green red three times —

I breathe mindfully.

Suddenly, hundreds

of crows fill the sky. Hundreds.

I mean it. Hundreds.

From where? Going where?

Their doings are a puzzle

I wish I could solve.

Then maybe, maybe,

I could also figure out

which path I should choose.

by Kelly

The man next to me

at a red light lights up a pipe!

I wish I knew him.

by Kelly

fingernail clipping

of a moon hovers over

busy highway home