I was going to write about how you smiled at me today
A goofy lopsided grin arranged on a rock by who-knows-what geo-logic
Just a gentle reminder that you are there
despite all the chaos in my heart and in the world
But the gas-powered weedwhacker started up
plied by our trusty park employees
well, OK, given the context it is needful
And then, next to my uprooted alder: two disgusting neglected dumped disregarded unconscious doggy poop bags
My mood took a nose dive.
But then I thought, maybe you are smiling at me after all.
Or possibly laughing?
Composed June 11, 2025