The Goog

Look who did I meet

In the street

Where street racers’ engines roar,

As if our town is their private floor


Container Parent

Since corona days,

People produce more home trash

Citizens adopt containers, nowadays,

To take care of their street’s trash



One of Winter’s joys:

The familiar, huge celestial body,

Though the council deploys

A good lantern system for everybody


The Festival

Thirty years ago, today’s heat would be called intense

Multitudes of tourists, vehicles, wasps

Discomfort that clasps

Leaving the city center was a relief, in a sense

Even when a performance did speak to the sense