baumtomgartner

liminal space waits
vibrant culture coming soon
first, pizza party

alone in the office (haiku)

When vernal winds blow
O'er dusty rows and snow's withered drifts
When Boreas at last hath rest
Let us go
To see thine blossom on verdant grounds
And hear thine joy spring forth from dying mists
Like dawn's sweet song o' the meadow Lark
The siren call
To the hotdog cart

ode to a hot dog

Don't wake me before you leave.
I'll know you've gone
when my feet find the warm spots
where your body used to lie.