The New Beginning

I’m in love with today;
up to my eyeballs
in the blah of Wednesday,
admiring how the blue

and white-collar lapdogs
on the bus
do the sit
instead of the walk.

Tuesday trails behind
in the rear-view mirror, waving.
Hot air leaves the vortex.
A bearded man stares

at me, sniffs his fingers.
Smells like a new beginning
full of potential.
Yesterday’s garbage

has been replaced,
the new skunked shit
dragging me with its fishing rod:
exciting adventures await!

Forgot my book
this morning.
I cup my hands
and pretend.

Rural Winter

Winter hillocks

Hoarfrost fencing

Faded Anthropocene,

The odd duck melded

Against scant storefronts

Temperature’s at a standstill

Caliginous roadways

Feculent black ice

Snowplows churning, tremoring with emotion

Merciful sunbeams poke

Through the midmorning haze,

Optic relief

As the earth drifts further and further apart from itself

I lie down
on a grassy knoll,
stretch my…