Monday

Think Pink
I have a thought that I
wish were extinct.
A thought that over and over
I think
  without ceasing,
  or resting,
  or pausing to blink –
"If I were a color, I would be pink!"

The Intruder 
 "How did you enter?" I said to she.                            
"How did you enter without a key?
  Did you climb through a window that I did not see?
    Are you listening?
      Can you answer?
         Were you following me?"            She mocked every word
                                                   though in silence she stayed;
                                   and her eyes pierced right through me,
                                                     but no gesture she made.
                               She stood like a statue, frozen in time.
      Then we laughed together, for I knew her, this mime!