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old neighborhood
the gaslight where
teens gathered
on summer nights
still there, still flickering
Winds were 60 mph last night. Downed power lines in Cedar Hill.
straight-line winds
knocking trees
into the pond
a school of fish
check out the new arrivals
burying the embers
of an October campfire
there's no debate
Trump's "locker room" talk
is about sexual assault
alone
for 30 minutes
in the examining room
I contemplate the stacks
of expired magazines
fall pockets
of decomposing mushrooms
I often find them
sewn into places
I would never think of looking
as if my life
needed more music
the batons of goldenrod
s w a y i n g
with the windchimes
knowing this book
will end
"happily ever after"
grandma falls asleep
before she finishes the story
on a ping-pong table
with the net askew
it reminds me of a chalkboard
where all the lessons
have been erased
with its short tail
wrapped around seaweed
it's not likely the extinction
of the dwarf seahorse
will make the front page news
dwarfed by the faded hues
of a vess soda bottle
I drink in
"a billion bubbles" of dust
from the vacant lot
travel brochures
for the caribbean
a splash in the shower
is as close as I'll get
to taking a cruise this year
as though
they were campaigning
for a political office
the dark and disfigured leaves
of an american elm
the repeated flatness
of the interstate
I roll down the windows
and sing anything out of tune
just to stay awake
ready to vent
over a canceled class
I stare at a phone number
on the bulletin board
about kickboxing
a sense of abandonment
in the brooding
water tower
and the patches of rust
going up the conveyor
endless spam opportunties
I throw away a career
stuffing envelopes
and an offer for valium
without a prescription
you can't find
everything on google
or mapquest
my son asking me why
his socks keep disappearing
wending our way through
aisles of department store
we find the deceased founder's
picture in the same hallway
as the restroom
a great way to cool off
before the fireworks start
we're the last ones
to ride the ferris wheel
in the rain
