Change
Overwhelmed by the cellular tsunami
Even the open wall-mounted pay phones
Are headed for the black oblivion
Of those boxes with a collapsing door
Into which Clark Kent ducked many years before.

Where now, in this new world, will children find
Smooth cool coin slots to put their fingers in,
Always with a hesitant tremor of hope
That maybe, just maybe this magic time
They'll touch the silver of an unclaimed dime?

Gypsy Woman
They told me she was a mind reader.
I thought, "Let's see if that's true,"
So when I was introduced to her
I said, "Charmed. How do I do?"

She gave me a smile like a shark's
In an aquarium's glass tank.
"I can't tell a single thing," she said.
"Your mind's so empty, it's a blank."