This week’s Little Vines.

4732.
Pack and tuck and clip
I’ve had a lot of success with this operation
on ready-to-wear dresses.
Never tried it on a person, though.

4733.
his mind a city
the streets of his thoughts arranged in a neat grid
criss-crossed by trash-filled back alleys

4734.
the news traveled all over
piloted by
you in your jet-propelled gossip wagon

4735.
the fish can hear you
no matter how quietly you slip through the water:
you are the hook at the end of the line

4736.
Focus attention on
avoiding her and
you will run into someone even worse

4737.
a stodgy bird
she is
lumbering through the sky and farting

4738.
Purple pigment in a bowl
Not so beautifully set
Unsteady on its feet. Don’t eat it.

4739.
a loop of purple string
a row of pink chairs
what kind of game have you got going on here?

4740.
a cow with four stomachs
indigestion quadrupled
a pungent yes to the appeal of antacids

4741.
I had not bargained for
sitting on a bench for four hours
in the rain in the dark

4742.
Two tiers of
coconut snow on the cake
My fork skis down the slope. Whee!

4743.
Before my mistake wasn’t discovered
I was a lot more nervous
naturally

4744.
a green field
a torrid sunrise
when you look back you realize it was redemption

4745.
With my parachute repaired I leaped from the plane
only to land on a sharp-pointed grave marker
with my name on it. Some days you just can’t win.

4746.
so modern so cheery
a random last-night mistake
standing here in my kitchen

4747.
her subtle voice
her impeccable dress and shoes
she looked at me with an expression like cold butter

4748.
on the far edge of the argument
she stood
fidgeting