This week’s assortment!

5535.
what you see here
If I ask about it later
say no

 
5536.
A broken wrist waits
on your icy front steps
to greet you

5537.
This dark highway and I
together for so many hard miles
it divorces me at Exit 330

5538.
Geometry is put into practice.
An ingredient results.
The cook cubes the potato for stew.

5539.
life
because it is too short
don’t pass up the chance for even a petty joy

5540.
suddenly in the corridor
you knew there’d been a murder
suddenly in the apartment
you remembered you’d done it

 
5541.
A local guy
pecking at a pear
while he waits for his workmates

5542.
it’s her suede shoe all right
stained and wet and yet oddly devilish –
where is the other one?

5543.
the wedding march plays
the bridegroom buries the thought
of burying the bride though he is
not quite sure an exhumation won’t take place

5544.
Emotionless on your birthday
the dishwasher
cleans the dishes exactly as it always does

5545.
The choir hisses out a dirge
it’s not enough to squelch the enthusiasm of the shadows
come to accompany Uncle to the afterlife

 
5546.
the flap the flip the flop of another day
the orange giggles the lemon brightens
the green pears howl at being awakened
Not everyone is a morning person.

5547.
The mailbox slams its lid shut:
an exasperated lady who
says NO and purses her lips

5548.
spend the holiday
eating peas and braying
or is it keeping the peace and praying?

5549.
she plays and the melody roams
the new piano can’t help but
want to show off a little

5550.
A series of recurring crows
The bare tree askew in a stale snowdrift
lonely no more

 
5551.
The modest dishrag and a pile of dishes
Hot water from the squeaky faucet
A luxurious squeeze of dish soap
Sounds crazy but I feel more cheerful already

5552.
The lemon cake twirls on the plate
happy under a snowfall of
powdered sugar

5553.
in a perfect world
the deliveryman spins the handcart
the new refrigerator leaps into place

5554.
the robot who types our queries so slowly
the sound of chanting in the shrine so holy
the oracle who answers us so drolly
the sacred cat who sneers at us so wholly

5555.
the lamp dreaming on the window-side table
the moon barely awake in the clear sky
the late-night traveler
thanks them both for the path home