Blues Rehearsal

We will not creep or sneak toward the gray today but begin immersed and only deepen from there. Slept poorly, was it the puerh? Couldn't get the disco out of my head. Outside desolate as a holiday. Gnomes frozen in mid-pout, living someone's old half-remembered dream. Am I here merely
out of habit. Arms pump the torso.

leaf saved light

drowsy dragon yawns
fallen leaves means
 

time 

to fall back

sunday staggered

faint shadows 

on vacant street
 
might deepen 

but do not
 
fall 

in flurries 

leaves 

distant blue 

hints 
of other lives...

antiquated desires rust in the heart yar

slate gray shingled beneath powder blue
smudged cloud doors sigh open spill
leather-belted exhausted 
dayglo  
construction workers
onto the side that burns she strolls
dark hearts 
shield her eyes from the glare
subtle mint tingle so barely there
car free but not care free
an e-scooter zips by.