fragments (I like my days)

I like my days,
repetitive
and uneventful…

my morning rituals…
the coffee shop.
if I would go blind
tomorrow,
I wouldn’t miss
one corner there.

mid-morning sun
fights shade
of my UV reflective glasses.

skipping red light
like a heartbeat,
in the green valley,
I race blue Truck.
he gloriously honks
while crossing finish line
ahead of me.

car radio announces
tornado warning
for later afternoon

and off my path.