The Wink

Hey!
Hey You,
in the gray-ish Saturn!

I though you should know that
I winked
when you passed me
in my blue Corolla.

I winked
because. . .
you’re hot,

and I thought
you might be lonely?

Maybe After my Coffee

Light falls between Redwood branches
bouncing of bay leaves on it’s way to me
while the birds are still gossiping

I’m hoping I can make to my first cup of coffee
it’s too early and I’m too dead to reflect on anything
beautiful, alarming or confusing


Maybe when I wake up I’ll remember something about this
or maybe I won’t—I’m not sure how much it matters
when I have my coffee I’ll give it more thought
I hope

I’ll probably have things to do by then
things always need doing
I hardly have time to think about all the things that need doing
let alone early morning light, trees and birds
but maybe after my coffee. . .

What Dogs do on Hot Days

A beagle pees on the sidewalk in front of me.
The stream runs over the hot concrete into the gutter.
The little girl walking the small dog looks back at me.
I think she is looking for my reaction,
there’s a tinge of pride in her eyes.
I squint and watch the dog walk away.