day twenty-four

Bookstore Love
True Love is
an old man
helping an old woman
out of her chair
and into her jacket
and proudly holding her hand
as they walk towards the door.

day twenty-three

Life of a Raindrop [for ak]
born under pressure and
chemical concentration, a
painful (but glorious) beginning.
unique, just like the other billions
birthed from one (single) cloud.
traveling, destination unsure,
but direction predestined by gravity
(which way to the Space Needle, sir?)
a lifetime, millennium of purpose
is found in the single (one), solitary,
unnoticed beat on a big, red umbrella.