(after Christine Dumaine Leche)

I.

Penciled

fours and nines and lovely eights

shuffle across the blue-lined paper

mysterious as notes above the piano  

II.

Souvenir

the shining trinket slept cool in the palm

good-time flowers and leaves like hands

waved on all the two-laned roads

III.

Litter

empty cans clink

on the pavement behind us

trying to catch up