it’s one
of those summer mornings
you forget about in winter where the
haze isn’t quite bright
golden or
warm and the birds are quietly
determined.
one of those mornings
where you
push yourself to the edge of the bed and
tie your hair back to get it off your neck,
pull on shorts and
socks and walk around
half naked because
no shirt seems quite right
yet, letting the sweat evaporate.
the day lilies are open and if
i had a dog she’d
be surprisingly wet from the dew and
i’d dry her paws with a towel before starting the kettle
for a pot of coffee but
i have to get in my car and go to work
and as i drive
a deer
stands in the middle of the road
jumps over the whole second half
and vanishes
