There Goes the Dawn - Aug. 21, 2023

I think

as I finish some dreamy

conversation with myself

lingering too long in bed

the sun clears the horizon

like a skillet on fire

the real petunias shrink

the plastic pansies don’t

if I walk the dogs now

in this heat

who would want

to stop and chat?

and Oliver and Gracie

wouldn’t speak to me

till the end

of the day

at the very least