a straight week of rain
but toady the sun comes out

stuck in the library doing a research project

riding my bicycle in the rain
i stop to warm up near a convenient store

two old men are happy that they don't have to wait alone for the bus

the sound the pencil makes when i press it against the wall
my neighbor is made of microphones

i forgot about the first time i saw the ocean
it must have been made of seagulls

the smell of leaves falling asleep
the sound of bicycle tires sliding across the pavement

i heard from some place but i dont remember where
the evidence of mankind is in the belonging

chances the washer in the kitchen sink will be changed by sunday
probably small