Wait wait a
minute hold this 
just a minute 
there there isn’t 
this nice this
us this now 
and we go
about sipping and 
dreaming and watching 
and even waiting 
listening kissing too
cups to lips
to sips to 
warm kisses that 
taste like morning 

The sun finally 
made its debut 
at last peeling 
off the scabs
of last night’s 
storms exposing day’s
newly healed wound 
of dewy zinnias 
and moistened hydrangeas 

It’s this pace
if pace this 
strolling even is
never to go 
ever to mind 
just a drip
drip drip down 
one way back
another stopping and 
stooping to see
a glimpse of 
some glimmering glint 
of sea glass 
and then I
go continuing on 
with no further 
care than cottonwood 
and cottontail parachutes 

The skies here 
are just blah
not even cute 
like a child’s 
try at painting 
more like a 
talentless wannabe abstract 
you know blah 
but a sky 
it is nonetheless 
filled with boredom 
and anxious sighs 
and a kind 
of sadness that 
only rain can 
ever make laugh

What used to 
really doesn’t anymore 
not because I 
but because it
doesn’t anymore too
have its grip 
not that I 
but that it
doesn’t have teeth