These days trickle by
Like poems off a typewriter
threats of an afternoon drizzle
spent in frantic moments
and relaxed cooking hashbrowns over a gas stove
eyeing green chili’s in the back recesses of the freezer
and tossed around like history books
Denver monsoons brought
Four in the afternoon cloud cover
Rumors of a small trickle
Enough shade to watch the sun
Set below the clouds.
It’s threatening rain and Albuquerque
a cold cup of coffee in Denver
and a glass of canned apple juice
brought down in showers from the attic.
God speed little animals, solidarity forever, ride free, live free, don't give up... I'm trying not to.