Strays streak through still air scented in evergreen,
early spring and far-off skunk spray,
but even among friends, when all is at peace,
it is hard to know where to stand,
so we dig through her purse, looking for a deck of cards.
Cresting the coast in staggered lines,
we talk quietly about the colonies
of tiny homes blanketing the yellow, sea-worn stones.
A day shrinks in the roar of waves;
from his pocket, he pulls a leather-bound flask.
Tomorrow never tells the truth.
Time lays about; beautiful sun relaxes
into beautiful moon, again and then again.
While taking cover from the light rain,
I open every drawer, looking for a pen and paper.
Joseph Zenoni lives and works in Seattle. He calls all the best cities of the Midwest home.