They landed in the park-rec soccer complex, all those inviting geometric lines. We threw parties. The school band played the Star Wars theme. We thought they liked us; they said they did. Said they’d return. Now we build cargo cult ships – impotent rockets to entice. We watch the skies.
Thomas O’Connell is a librarian living in Massachusetts.
The girl behind the counter didn’t know how to make a London Fog. Her co-worker told her it’s just Earl Grey tea and steamed milk. Well, I said to nobody in particular, it is but then again it isn’t. They’ve re-arranged the tables again, I said to nobody in particular.
Thomas O’Connell is a librarian living on the banks of the Connecticut River in Springfield, MA.