Blue shark

Today, the city comes

to haul away leaves

you piled in the street.

Before you sip coffee

you grab your rake

to consolidate piles

Last night’s rain

spread along

the street.

A car stops,

a happy voice sings,

Hi, Mr. Al.

His mother says

he wanted me to see

his new shark.

He waves it

in the open window;

you reply,

That’s a cool shark.

Don’t let it

bite you.

As they drive away,

he calls out,

Bye, Mr. Al.

You smile

happy it’s

a blue shark.

11-12-20