Nothing about today
made me feel differently

I drank coffee
close to my window
to fog it

hoping to see
you cast out
those ***** little pigeons
from behind that woven
cage of hair you make

to take me out
behind anchorages of boat docks
and bleed into weather beaten wood
like thickly mixed blackish-brown acrylic
scraped on shade

Lately,
the sun seems to
burn you off too quickly

scatters you about
absorbing me into
brightly colored hats and sandals

like wispy clouds that never touch the sky
with warm eyes and handshakes
that ring doorbells to get me off the couch
and ask me to come outside with them

I think
I will wait here -

for your drippy face to fall into a dreary mist
and collect on my windows tomorrow

Nothing about today
made me feel differently