walking in paris — the ghosts of all the poets rush to embrace me
incandescent cafes, sidewalks mirrored with spring rain — first night in paris
the rain clears, the blue sky looks bluer still. time to walk the dog
crossing the carpet, my foot sticks to wet chew toy. welcome home, master!
bathroom stall between conference sessions, a man weeping
high tech conference in cloudy san diego — can I get your card?
san diego bound — the plane’s air conditioning approximates “aum”