small brown bird surveys the world from barbed wire perch
dead lizard on trail. almost didn’t recognize it, all its quickness gone.
overcast morning. her words biting like the fog. no more joy today.
Books already read, Wine already drunk, promise Of a weekend spent.
lazy saturday. watching movies on cable, napping where we lie.
the coyotes beat CHP to that dead deer. empty black torso.
every night the moon arrives later and smaller. still worth waiting for.
finally summer! finally some new weather to complain about.