june morning on the porch, with coffee and cold pizza

 

 

grace of a cat

with coiled springs

for his knees

sailing over obstacles

to perch in the sun

brushing himself

with his tongue

on the patio table

 

quaking of the aspen

dandelion heads waving

in the breeze

the grass is high and dry

and it’s only mid-june

better prepare

the getaway box

for the coming fire

 

vision is blurring

arms getting shorter

this disease

called growing older

won’t be ignored

but do i really

want to see

the world today?

 

oceans are rising

the frogs are dying

and the bees

meanwhile the humans

aren’t getting any smarter

we are still

letting hate

seize the upper hand, but…

 

birds are singing

in the shade

of the trees

it’s my day off

and the dogs want to play

so I go

walk in the woods

and dream about hazel eyes