the construction workers and the birds went quiet, just rain sounds outside
a long line of cars wait to cross while sparrows flirt about on the barbed wire
ice cracks as we walk; i keep my hands in my coat cause i lost my gloves
outside the twentieth story window a piece of paper fluttered by
wind carries voices, each year people march for change and the same cops watch
the pandemic stopped the cars but not the small dogs that need their daily walks
the rain brought a mud smell, a few meter-hours of europe in the west
it will be hot soon, i’m cleaning the garage avoiding a dead roach
cold spring breeze pushes leaves and barely strains oak branches, suspended girl swings
each year the summer runs longer; i feel guilty for owning jackets
fireworks half-heartedly going off – neither them nor us can change who we are
a spider sleeps next to my screen unaware twitter’s scrolling by
the animals lie on tiles hiding from the heat, outside the grass dries
all the colors are orange, the smoke has even set the sun on fire
a human caterpillar marching downtown, it’s too hot to not hide in shade
a septal tear drop in september wind, squirrels ignore us as they work
the next door condo construction is stuck again, few more sunsets yet
no cars on the road, the stray cats keep strolling by on the fence outside
gulls hover in fog, unbroken into the sky the ocean continues
too late for jay songs, the ambulance is fading but the dogs still howl
another batch of kittens outside oblivious to my cat glaring