I saw a white picket fence today
and wonder where is mine
but then again
was that ever my dream-
to begin with?
I saw a man walking a ridiculously small dog,
how long has it been
since I made the effort to begin,
rather than sit here
and just observe

observational poetry, something I wrote while driving, which happens a bunch, for me, I have journals stashed in my car, my backpacks, pretty much anywhere I might wind up just in case, a ziploc with paper and a pen – I recommend it, you might surprise yourself… or not, but why the hell not give it a shot ?