magic carpet
she makes room
for me

-Frank Hooven

winter moon
dad’s watch
in my sock drawer

-Frank Hooven

a soft scrape of leaves
in the mail truck’s wake
blue afternoon

-Frank Hooven

unhurried notes
from his old sax
two-deep at the street corner

-Frank Hooven

a frayed string
on the attic light
deep winter

-Frank Hooven