mid-June day
rare cool breeze tousles
my hair    goose bumps
my bare arms    reminds me
of Wisconsin summers

jets’ white vapors    draw
a tic-tac-toe board
on cloudless blue    my finger
marks an X
in the righthand corner

Midnight in Harlem
on Pandora    Derek Trucks works
his electric guitar
into a howling blues solo

dry white wine refined
in vintage etched-glass    one
of four stemware    snagged
at the thrift store

poplar trees    thick grass
hostas    hydrangea
mandevilla    pump the air full
of oxygen
and sweetness    I gaze up

through swaying branches
twirling leaves    catch
a stir of wings