(1)

She watched as their feet
Plodded on
Briskly
Across the grass
Toward home

Had she not looked up
And seen their faces
She would not have known
Their saunter was
Without joy.


(2)

When the sunlight
Touched his brow
He bristled and
Woke with a
Start

The light streamed
Through his blinds
Stubbornly
Harshly
And cajoled him out
Of a dreamless
Sleep
To a life emptied
Of dreams.


(3)

With a fork
She poked the flesh
And butter
Hot and slick
It spewed like
Molten lava.