Lori waited for a moment.
She sat on a park bench with her lunch.

The moment went by in a heartbeat.
She noticed she missed it.

She expected to fully participate in it.
She wondered if it fully participated in her.

She smiled at her distraction—
a curved-bill thrasher ran across the grass.

She grinned at her human capacity
to be distracted.

Lori peeled the orange in her hand
removed from her brown bag lunch.

She felt exactly how her fingers
pierced the peel.

And how a pull separated the peel
from the soft and fragrant fruit.

She tossed a wedge to the ground
and watched the thrasher run toward it.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

School Bus Zone

Thirty small children
in blue wool coats
rank and file
march into school
first day
of September
post Labor Day
heads full
of Summer’s last
while leaves
remain green
before the change
as if orange
should be a color
that announces
school’s resumption
as if orange
the construction zone
for building young minds.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney