traffic was a nightmare this afternoon.
Roads closed left and right.
Even Elm Street.
One would figure,
bribe the sun to moonlight,
off-hours,
that would be money in the bank.
But . . .
No deal.
Today.

Hunter’s Moon rising.
Pay no attention
to the spaceship in its orbit
. . .
nothing to see here
. . .
move along

Just saw an advert
for the Christmas Show
at Radio City

turn it off, people.

It’s autumn,
for crying
out loud.

Until which time you’ve had
a parent or a child
die in front of you,
there is simply
is nothing to convey—
except that you’ve done only
what you are able
at exactly the right time.
This is perfection.

Cat sees moth.
Cat chases moth.
Cat pounces moth.
Cat eats moth.

“Green” deed done
for the evening.
Thanks cat.