the slumbering warehouses—
waiting for the sun
A day so foggy
all you can see are yellowtrucks, cars, and signs
Some seagulls squawking
and ragged whisky laughter—city park at dusk
*
He stands and he shouts,
perched on a telephone pole—exquisite raven
Perfume precedes them—
two jeweled ladies stride alongthe subway platform
The moon grins at me
from its soft blue perch tonight—biking home from work
*
I’m clenching my teeth
too hard when I pet the cat—savage affection
The last bit of sun
sinking into the ocean—a quick glint of...green!
She strolls the sidewalk,
umbrella blocking the sun—
the first day of spring
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