What I Think About On My Morning  Power Walk

What a glorious morning!

Fall finally shows its face. 

Poem: how the leaves fly up in a sudden burst

then fall like a shower of graduation hats.

No. Wrong season.

The neighbor’s whirling dervish dog

spins like a cloud of dust

or a small tornado.

Mercy! What is that about?

Wounded visions , manic mutts?

Strike swift cadence,

set steps to a silent mantra:

The black dress 

in the back of the closet,

black in the back, black in the back.

Round the first corner,

gradual upgrade, crunch of gravel,

embracing wind. Why three houses

on this street posted  “No Trespass”?

Did I remember to lock the door?

Purple crepe myrtle drapes

over fences, long slender branches

dripping with blooms.

Wave to thin , old guy on ten speed.

Silver hair, silver bike.

Pass the lumber mill. Headline: 

Fat Redhead Mowed Down by Log Truck.

Just wait. Six more months

marching 4 miles and it reads:

Thin Redhead Dispatched to Eternity.

In my brain I dance 

to a beebop of birdsong,

second wind kicks in, ears start to ring.

Tendons tingle, back starts to itch.

Tomorrow I’m musing the meaning of life.