Assent

The neighbors have Christmas lights in the windows and along the fence. I smile, strolling by, walking in my world of headphones and houses.
I wrote my Grandpa today.
Stuck the letter in the box and pulled up the little red flag.
925 118th St. That's our box.
Bought someone a smile.
A dollar bill and 2 quarters in a cup.
Candy canes for soldiers.
Some.
Some.
Some.
Some.
Means not none.
Not none.
Sitting in the Spar the other night, I met a fan of psychology.
At one point while listening to him I could only hear words, then syllables, then sounds...
I knew what his mind knew from the sounds he was making.
Tove is making art on the livingroom floor.
She captured life on 4 rolls in a pizza parlor.
Red and white checkers. Lines. And lips.