a cold December day
wind whips large, rust colored leaves
a single pigeon head bowed
stretches wings back before
lift

I watch one squirrel sit upon
a branch's tip
before leap to branch below

wonder what the creatures' plan
on a day temperatures drop
twenty from the day before
to accomodate the weather's shift

to lose time

a great clock hangs alongside the moon, hands tick
while I watch stationary train cars
and my car purrs beneath my seat

you say the cars slip off the tracks often
I contemplate your words before I turn around
and time ticks beneath the wheels to your house

Thursday morning in my livingroom

at home for a break on the couch
John Aielli and John Gorka on the radio
plays Wilco Impossible Journey
I watch Luddah and Godot spar on the rug
Luddah on hind legs reaches Godot
who stands and leans back
into a crouch,
friends play
pieces fit together
music and pets