When
parked puddles
tiny drops
stuck on glass
slowly dry
as James Bay sings his
Scars away
a car door closes
another opens
carts rolling and sticking
to a stop
a big rig in the distance
keeps going
the roar of an airplane
the quiet of a bicycle
wet masks
plastered on pavement
when is Halloween
over
I forget …
birds chirping
this and that
all the clouds
converged at once
covering every speck of blue
I wonder what it’s like
at the beach
if the sun’s out
what the sand feels like
does it matter
yeah, no
TL