Things That Make You Go Hmmm

Winding our way ’round linen-clothed tables
rearranges the room, forks skid,
flirtations stall and fall between couples.

I wondered what it means
that she’s able
to scoop up chatter
and drop it
at a different table,
my friend,
the tilting slender tornado.




Manic Monday Challenge
“tilting slender tornado”



Roof Access

Remember the day we spent with the ravers?
They led us, single file, under timers, over lasers

to the roof– the naughtiest thing you and I had ever done.
We waited for alarms that would never come.

They pulled a bong from a backpack.
We declined and watched their flame sail and slack

in the wind. I calculated the cost of this caper:
A fine? A permanent mark on my paper.

You wouldn’t look at me, why?
Your eyes skipped the river to the city, adulthood, the sky

as the call of a coxswain floated up to us.
We did not have the vocabulary to discuss

the ways we were choosing to cross that river:
team rower, solo sailor, tourist cruiser.



Word Prompt: caper