Fellow travelers’
faces gazing into dreams—
the blank morning sun
The beermug’s shadow
makes a long grinning skullface
on the tablecloth
Shambling out the gate—
a thread of a web clinging
to my sleepy face
*
A row of three holes
in a bank of morning clouds—
sun glowing through them
I crush a fat fly
on the wall with a book—thwack!
Feed it to the cat
Among young people
downtown at lunchtime—they’re all
discussing business!
*
Looked for myself in
a window—but wasn’t there!
Blocked by a big plant
Face in a tree’s bark
considers a friend’s whispered
suggestions, smiling
The rain pattering
on lush umbrella palm fronds—
small soft silver coins
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