title . the signs . by n.m.davis

there are
the candidates
talking in the distance
singing
trying to be heard
one above the other
the train
coming closer
whistling
before
crossing the road, not stopping
never stopping
just making noise
a warning
to stay out of the way
mind the signs
and make
the right
choice

title "around the white"

red polka dot
wrinkled sheets

sunny days
strung-out

a necklace of
sweat beads

around the white
neck of a flying
angel

over the blue
chalked
sidewalk

cracks and all

i like

the sliver
of a silver moon

gooey
crust of pie

dancing to
a familiar tune

and looking
into your eyes