another batch of kittens outside oblivious to my cat glaring
the rain brought a mud smell, a few meter-hours of europe in the west
too late for jay songs, the ambulance is fading but the dogs still howl
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
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
cold spring breeze pushes leaves and barely strains oak branches, suspended girl swings
the pandemic stopped the cars but not the small dogs that need their daily walks
a human caterpillar marching downtown, it’s too hot to not hide in shade
all the colors are orange, the smoke has even set the sun on fire
it will be hot soon, i’m cleaning the garage avoiding a dead roach
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
wind carries voices, each year people march for change and the same cops watch
gulls hover in fog, unbroken into the sky the ocean continues
each year the summer runs longer; i feel guilty for owning jackets