The
FRUIT, temptingly out of my toddler’s
REACH, brought a performance of his floor-shaking
RUMBA. The thumping dance steps brought a
SLUMP triumphant in the pyramid of apples.

SHAWL wrapped tightly against the wind as I
WRITE my apology for yesterday’s words
ALONG the river not far from here where the
DEMON on my shoulder won the argument.