dirt splats on windshields
all that’s left of thunderheads
unfulfilled promise
dirt splats on windshields
all that’s left of thunderheads
unfulfilled promise
life’s a blank canvas
who’s holding the paintbrushes
who has the spray cans
four geese in straight line
wing tips brushing edge of roof
fly over full moon
involved school parents
swelling traffic to slow grind
summer break’s over
brown ponytail swings
back and forth on every step
striding with purpose