4:05pm
Wednesday,
Parking lot nearly vacant
Daydreaming its own fantasies.
Early evening in
December,
Quiet as leaves
Scrape the cold ground
Brittle then,
Gone now.
4:18pm
Branches quiver
In a light wind against
The changes of night.
4:44pm
Full moon
Rounded pale,
Knocking at my
Rolled up window.
4:55pm
Layered pretty,
White tops and
Pink shine tracing
Cloud’s belly,
My favorite winter type.
4:59pm
Town streetlamps,
Christmas strands coiled in trees,
Traffic lights,
Brake lights, headlights
Flickered, strobed, and glowed.
5:22pm
Hello, home.
