a funky sax riff
“where’s the love you promised me!?”
“uh…well…here I am.”

or, broccoli rabe
I could eat the whole bunch. Mmmm.
bitter, yet tasty

was there a winter?
today there’s only sunshine
the promise of spring

though I am a goy,
I’ve been asked to a Seder
Happy Passover!

the grocery bag
slipped from my hand to the ground;
scrambled eggs for lunch