Got nothing much to say.
The golden trumpet trees
all chucked their blooms today.
The streets were bright with strands.
A corgi on a line
ignored his owner’s will,
tugged toward a dented sign
and marked it as he would.
While on a blue-green bench,
old ladies talked of dreams
then twisted with a wrench
to stare at the mundane.
The sun has set for now,
the sparrows have retired.
The neighbors start to row
and I am plenty tired.
Photo by Keenan Davidson on Unsplash
