ah, at least,
relief!*
at the end of another day,
my pen
waits for me!

Wind raised eyebrows stop the tick-tock.
Countless creases will mock all talk.
Shoes to dry by spit-run aspersion.
Walking rainbows forget now to rise.
Chancing pavement before it dries.
Old closed sign comforts finish line.
A taste of dull scissors dipped in brine.

Hope  "Cat Scratch Sally" ain't waitin by the shack.

Bought a fever yesterday that I can't take back.