POEM A DAY – July 1

walk

…how the deciduous trees smell like wet towels
the elm trees smell like sneeze-spit dried on an arm
how both the man walking his dog and the woman
walking her dog say hello… how the construction
workers say good morning to each other and every
other orange & black traffic pylon is brand new
the dust of the hot, hot morning settles on top like
a whisper… how the house I thought always looked
perfect: red tin roof, manicured lawn, lush seasonal
flowers, metal gate, clean windows is for sale & the
house with the garage that burned down got a new
garage but is also now for sale… how even though
it’s only 7 am the world is so alive… like it can’t wait
to start again and again… how not listening to music
makes my ears listen differently… how when I push
my palm through the frosty curl sedge some of the
wisps stick to my finger tips and make me smile