Saturday, October 8, 2011

half sonnet for sunshine

the first shiny day after the first snow,
a friendly old guy stands on the corner -
waving to the men in rusty farm trucks
rattling down through the town. and! there's
a lady in a shiny pick-up truck, so politely, he
tips his cap, and leans on his cane in the sun
toward fresh bacon and eggs, just next door.