As the sun dips deep
I bump into an old friend
and feel new again

We all know deep down:
Poetry is everything
(but most folks aren't asked)

Let this be an ode
To the sun, the stones, the dog
Each tree's beating heart

When I should just stop
I get ahead of myself.
Each day needs to end.

Pretend there's no drought
Last night's rain filled up the creek
Even the rocks drink

Talking about grief
until the skies crack open.
A hailstorm in spring.

Parallel parking
Grateful for rubber pylons
Bending, bouncing back

The table's set with
pie upon pie upon pie
and I'm satisfied

Only had one wish —
A sunrise birthday breakfast!
Wishes do come true

Whistle, all aboard
There's no place we need to go
but round and around