While there are multiple homes in the neighborhood that post poetry, this one has a glass enclosure for anyone in the neighborhood to place something to share. On this day of record-breaking heat in early September, someone had placed a lost hat on top. Or perhaps a deliberately discarded hat, given the record-breaking heat.
I found this petroglyph in our old, urban neighborhood and wondered if a kindred spirit once roamed these lands.
Look at the sort of dangerous animals I have to walk past just to get home!
I stood upon the dragon and saw its scales glistening in the sun beneath my feet. I was not afraid. That was a mistake.
This light traveled for a hundred million miles to remind me to look up at the wonders above my head, to look down at the wonders beneath my feet, to look out at the wonders before me.
I saw crabs climbing a sandy beach in the shadow of palm trees, even though I knew, with some certainty, that I stood atop a sidewalk beneath large oak trees. And yet it seemed to me dark, though nearly mid-day, as though the sun hid behind the moon. It soon fled, my confusion, and took the darkness with it.
If you’re going to put your sun down on the sidewalk, you have to use a coaster or it’s going to leave a ring! Come on people, this is why you can’t have nice things!