from my glass box
I can see you’ve got a lot on your mind
texts have that way of pulling us in
I hope it isn’t bad news
your mother’s cancer came back
an argument with your wife
or sullen teen wanting Nikes
I wish you could have stayed
to enjoy the beauty
the roses so fragrant
and the poppies so beautiful
Please come by soon
the lavender will surely bloom next week
If the sun continues to shine
———
Seen in Neighborhood Watch: “We just saw and
approached an unfamiliar gentleman about 5’5” dark hair,
spoke broken English, dark complexion and appeared to be
Hispanic, wearing [redacted]. He appeared suspicious
because he stopped in front of my house several times
appearing to be texting, but he accelerated as we
approached him and bumped into some shrubs as he
accelerated away.”
