it’s not gonna rain
or shine today
like so many other days
ever notice how often
gray waits for you
to make the first move?
do something to warm your spirit
or unplug the dam in your soul
and notice what happens
with that other forecast
snorers are braggarts they say to the sleepless I can even hum a tune while I do it
the squeal of rubber rips the silence as a fast driver carves up the invisible night with an extended tortured note and skid marks when it stops I close my eyes wait for crickets to serenade the darkn
walking out my front door I’m assaulted by the awful stink of thousands of mango blossoms but oh what a miracle when they morph into handfuls then armfuls of ambrosia as if a hangover could turn into