sailing ships with
my eyes,

toes firm upon

birds circling
until dizzy,

braced in sudden
a breeze,

summer rests its hand
upon my shoulder

to remind me
i’m seen

and stained into
the scenery.

i hear rubber gripping
fresh rainfall

and watch clouds circle
like seagulls

while neighbors vs. neighbors
rekindle each

i smell stale incense
as the hours
trip on