The bubbles in the coffee maker stall
like a computer screen

though the bubbles do not know
computers

The pulp of a lemon
floats down a glass
throttled by each sip
a wave

If only
I could gift you
a snow globe
of your own

you would hate it

World in world in world
we wander

***
Fall is here
leaves are like this
blowing into the house

I sweep them out
as if there is no outdoors to attend to