The Locksmith

The Locksmith

1

Speck of dust

contains a vast sea 

   of particles

though it floats on a draft

   from my window

2

Monadnock   empty of snow

holds back the gray clouds

coursing its back

like dark smoke

others    white bursts

3

Pu'erh tea tastes funky

after it cools

leaves a line near the rim

and vibrates as I

set it down

4

The locksmith parks

his van across the street

goes to the eye doctor

as the dentist's wife

peers from her doorway