A Clip

 
The clip that fastens
the bread bag

It slipped away and
I can’t find it

Now lost on the white tile surface
Of the kitchen counter

The button on my sleeve cuff
It sprung off

When I was pushing the snow
off the car windshield

Now it’s invisible in the snowfield
The world is ending



The Five CDs

 
When we were in LA for a USC campus visit
My daughter and I visited the walk of fame.

As we approached Bruce Lee’s star,
Songwriters selling their CDs hailed us.

My daughter was a singer in the rock band then so
I bought CDs from five different songwriters in support.

Took them home and played them in a car with a CD player.
Three were kind of pathetic, one was ok, and the fifth was blank.

I sensed a kind of proportionality that applies generally.
The just ok mixed with other 80%: the boredom, the theft.