Summer Stroll

one foot
in front of the other
no destination

born again…
the old water pump
now a planter

even in this heat
you find a way to flower
abelia

in my shadow
I find traces of
the dad bod

so happy
to hear from you again
cicada

cooling myself
in the sound of
a sprinkler

playing peekaboo
before bed
full moon

As always, thank you for reading.