WHEW

This is New York, so
 
Assume there's always something

Wrong with the weather.

TOUGH GUYS

Loitering by the

Parking lot and wearing black:

Teen tarantulas

INTREPID

Like the pioneers

Of old, crossing the West in

A rented Prius

FINAL SCENE

Someday the Man in

The Members Only jacket

Will come for us all

A FEW SHOWERS AND SPRINKLES

Nothing says "spring rain"

More clearly than new blossoms

Rotting on the stalk

NON-DAIRY

The cat licks the dish.

Sorbet, not ice cream. Ack! Ack!

Personal affront.

TOMORROW'S NIGEL TUFNEL

Baby on the train

Volume goes to eleven

Plenty of sustain