Last night the north wind came up.
The dry, dusty, allergy-filled north wind.
This morning my nose is athletic!

Ah, fair Friday, thou hebdamadal friend,
Thou fecund fount of frivolous fancying,
O Zephyrous flow of fecund refreshment,
What did fetter Thine influx,
Or frustrate Thy festive fires?
O Friday, flashy form of weekend frolic and effort,
Fumble Thou not now nor fuss and fight,
But unfurl Thy flag and be welcome sight!

Sic transit gloria aestatis
Summer ends
with the youngest
getting her driver’s
license
Et sic transit gloria wallet

Some have said
that the sound
of a sea gull is
rather mournful.

Others found the sound
to be a punctuation mark
to the ocean’s
essay of solitude.

Love acts in your brain like a drug,
too —
it lights up your reward centers
(just like cocaine),
and dampens pain
(like a good anesthetic).

So heres a question:
Love or Cocaine?