For the 2nd time today
regretting I didn’t change
into shorts not quite believing
it’s this hot this early

but this pint of beer gilded w/ sunlight
offers a sliver of relief just as
bloated filaments of cloud give
respite to the snow-terraced mountains

The streets flow w/ people
bobbing like winter’s flotsam released
into the eddies of a summerlike day
in early spring that has me

wearing sunglasses in place of readers
so as I write these lines
it’s impossible to go back & see
what I’ve just put down

Which is one way
to get through another year
where seasons are out of joint &
things move too quickly

to do anything but grab
some bit of floating debris &
enjoy the journey downriver
toward some final sea