I thought he might be having a stroke when I came home to find him slurring his words. After he

What ended up on the table began on the side of the highway. but you of all people know that

“There is no smallest among the small and no largest among the large,

but always something still smaller and something

Not even a casual glance

from the manta ray slowly gliding by.

Solitary, majestic, fins billowing

softly like sheer

After sharing my poetry

at the literary salon,

I mingle with the crowd,

sign books, make small talk.

 

“Great