rush hour

rush hour a woman in the median picking wildflowers
    yard sale so much of the past a quarter
spring rain the traffic gathers and thins gathers again
    fog obscures the mountain that is home
long weekend part of the getting done doing nothing
    a day off hanging clothes in the sun
monthly bills paid stopped by a panhandler in spring rain . . .
    fresh cement i pause write nothing
isolation i work out with the moon who i am
    spring rain nothing else in my journal