tonight, a quiet struggle to think thoughts together.
a slow curve along the park with the radio chattering
and the front lights running ahead, and then
some groceries, payment declined, apologies.
last night, a crowded brightness, everyone eating.
a dog’s soft settling upon my foot beneath the table.
the night before that, something else. something else.
in the morning, i rip blossoming chives from behind the fence.
they stand sharply fragrant in a vase for a day or two.
knowingly waving. witnessing what comes.