this morning's message
about getting myself organized
lost somewhere between
the light and dark keys
of piano blinds

opportunity isn't
the only thing that knocks
every summer
a few more dents
in the mailbox

just like my son
tuning the world out
a ceramic owl
with a pair of ear buds
strapped around its neck

toy story sequel
someone's baby
lets out a wail
far louder than any 
of barbie's cries

another jump
in temperature
the rabbit stays put
in clover shaded by
the air conditioning unit

not as appealing
as deer standing
in the meadow
yet surely skunks must be 
endearing to each other

losing sight of the ball
after it's been hit
instead I catch the moon
above the lights
of a billboard

no set agenda
for today's meeting
the table wobbles enough
to become part
of the conversation

on this longest day I wish
the humidity would travel
to some arid land
where it could make flowers
bloom instead of wither

*For the summer solstice which was actually on Monday.

from the clown's
survival guide
dad gave me his sense of humor
without giving me a sense
of how to use it wisely