Eyeing
the helium balloons with puckered skin that drift at half mast
And
the black bags of garbage which have erupted onto the ground and those
Half-Empty
brew bottles that are being eyed by marauding yellow-jackets
A
thought occurs
-Someone
left the cake out in the rain-
An
unknown dog meanders through making meaning of secret scents
And
within earshot the sound of a truck backing, dolefully punctuates
The
morning heat driven haze
Issuing
a one note requiem
The
flowers have gone south and are failing to flourish
Well
on their way to the compost bin
Which
stinks with the traces of a midnight skunk.
The
beds lays damp with twisted sheets
Pleading
for a reunion, as
Unsuccessful
you find only the cap
To
the aspirin bottle.
The
cushion to an upright chair which serves as your temporary jester’s throne
Dampens
and tattoos your slouching backside
As
well as your outlook on this day
But
only partially;
You
are pondering:
Who’s
car that is parked on the grass?
Hoping
There
will be no posted videos…
And
vaguely considering
How
I can do it again,
While
wondering
If
it is worth it?
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