2012.02.16 — A night at the mall (A River of Stones#2-16)

A night at the mall,
a strip thing built on old farms,
now under dead bricks.

2012.02.11 — Buttermilk muffin (A River of Stones#2-11)

Buttermilk muffin
hot tea in an empty mall
rushing to slow down.

2009.12.20 — Quiet Thoughts: A December Poem

Quiet Thoughts In A December Mall

The rains of winter in Vancouver fall;

At times lightly, at times vigorously

Artificial snow falls from shop windows

In malls with cloud darkened skylights.

Somehow, despite the hurrying big people dragging

Tired small people in quick

Marches to

Nowhere obvious, I find peace here.

I quiet my mind as I sit.

I connect with us all and gently laugh at

My foibles I see in us.

Hurry scurry, hurry scurry to where we

Already are.

Yes, this is me. In a rush to where I am.

In a mall.

Watching winter rains

Fall.