In the rain

you can see

the flattened feathers

of vultures.


Sometimes bent

like the handles

of umbrellas

didn't work enough.


Today I see

a favorite musician

so near my home

it is a treasure.


These little free

wonders of being

here and now

of being who I am.


Today the big truck

of a neighbor

puts on his breaks

too late.


Thank goodness

I am on the sidewalk

walking back

from that concert.


It can be amazing

how mood can

shift from elation

to busted in one assault.


For me it was not the truck

but something

I read

on religion.


Walk careful tho.

Trucks are flying along

putting breaks on late

to make a macho point.


You may

lift voice

only so loud

against them.