New neighbor in 1419.



There I was trudging down the Bart stairs this morning, when I see the soft pudgy fingers of our new neighbor typing away on his laptop... I couldn't be sure but he had his pony tail unleashed, and was wearing a black t-shirt "On our backs, the best of lesbian sex". It had to be him as I know all laptop nerds at my Bart stop. Yes it's true, a software engineer of somesort has moved in next door.



C popped in for a day back from LA before he had to swish away to Richmond to use the rapid prototyping machine at VCU. Left behind again. Hence the blogging at work while munching on my double chicken wing seaweed bowtie bento box. In 10 minutes I have to feel like going back to work. Yes it's autumn which means haiku season! Sigh- a whole summer passed by without a single poem about a plum.



In my absence

appeared on my desk

an obscure brown bag.

Six pointy black tips stare

Six persimmons those unripened beauties

orange and brilliant.

Who?

One waits sweetly.