Flash Memoir

“Anonymity is priceless.”
—Jay Farrar, Falling Cars and Junkyard Dogs

At the half
century mark, debris stops

falling long
enough for her

to see stars. Suddenly
she believes

in the power of the speed
of light to guide her

to a place
that needs

no name. Familiar
faces remain

intact. And another
song becomes

a homecoming

she didn’t realize
she was
craving in her sleep.

Who Me

Who said woodpecker? How
will its shock-absorbency
system inspire me
to become my own

resource? An observation
made without an “I”
could be the most beautiful
hard-headedness of all.