the woman in the purple Jimmy Choos
and the red winged blackbird is he around the corner?
the blinds are flung open to the sun
are we casting black shadows today?
and each bump in the gravel road
send smoke signals twirling
are the crickets playing our song?
check their profile in the duck pond
eloquent earthworms do the shimmy with hula-hoops
the desert is parched and chokes up, spewing tumbleweeds
it must be five o’clock somewhere
L. K. Thayer