Pet me

Slow morning

a book on a bench in the park

friend stops by

to record a poem

It is good to have friends

Last night’s

ashes still too warm

to throw away

maybe, tomorrow

Waiting for a phone call

If the wind is right

I hear semis miles away

on interstate

a friend walks by

His dog wants petted

I think

I may take a walk

before I break

for lunch

11-5-20