Where are all the Georges?

I haven’t met a George in 10 years.
Where did they all go?
George was a popular name once.
Now it’s not.
I guess.
I miss George.


Winter Boxes: colorful or plain

Every day I look out my window onto the frozen parking lot.
All I see every day I look out my window are old ladies carrying small boxes.
My mother once sent me an apple in a box.
It was a forlorn apple.
They carry them into buildings and out of buildings.
It is quite a scene.