Even in the rain
I hear his pogo practice
out my front window.

I take a bite from
a two dollar and fifty
cent cookie. Its stale.

A red cardinal
visits as I nurse under
pink cherry blossoms.

In the empty shop,
he sits in a barber chair,
sharpening scissors.

I blot at yellow
ochre baby shit on green
sisal rug. Lovely.

Young man with empty
cat carrier sobs on curb
in front of Vet’s office.

After months of hot
instant soup, mailman takes sip
of large iced coffee.

Fat boy with two moms
holds S.F. Library book
at airport checkpoint.

On a wet spring night
Traffic light turns white blossoms
Green, yellow, then pink.

Cleaning out pants pockets,
I find ticket stubs for Transamerica
And Plimouth Plantation.

Four pairs of eyes on
Café door where dog walker
Orders his coffee.

Sign on birdfeeder
in front yard on 13th street
reads, “please take turns”.