I complained too long
Now summer washes away
Umbrella dust free
* * *
Her brown eyes crinkle
A stranger known by bus route
Smiles like she knows me
* * *
A man on the bus
A glass cake plate in right hand
No crumbs, no story
* * *
Broken umbrella
I’m a crow with crippled feet
Or missing feathers
* * *
Bushtits chittering
Chickadees point me to home
Summer [...]

