all our poems
are written
in chalk
on the sidewalk
on an overpass
the note on the mirror
promises
they couldn't keep
impossible
the little imp in the word
that winks at me
horse fly
meets
the tail
stuck inside
on a beautiful day..
window pain
the invisible fingers
that dirty my window
from the other side
yelling at me
from down the street
the day
who walks so quickly..
I put on my shoes
dandelion seed
stuck
in a spider web
the delicate things
that hold me together
dry arroyo
I walk in the current
of a river
who waits
in the sky