when Gracie rubs her cheek
in dried dog poop
I can never tell
if it’s Christian Dior
or some cheap
gaudy knock off
don’t know whether
she’s hoping to attract
a handsome senior
or trying to turn off
the horny boys
that get too fresh
dug in with fingernails unable to crawl back to my 50’s losing the rear view of my 40’s looking down I see a murky future straight up the dusty crystal of the past 70 will come with a slow slip an
these lips would nibble sunlight if not for chicken pot pies or suckle my good memories but for perfectly ripe avocados I’d drink a fresh morning wind if iced tea or ginger ale weren’t available at le
a quick kiss with shoulders touching the old couple sits front row on a wire facing the walk bridge humans and their noisy busyness leashed dogs and bicycles cups and bags and jackets cross back and f