Your portrait wasn't finished yet

Getting the hair right took forever.

I said I would write everything down

but I misplaced the notebook.

I told you to stay on the path

and not follow that chicken through the bushes.

Street marks

all with something in common but not to us.

Clouds before a rain

with a wind that scattered leaves.

Cubes in the alley

We dare not sit

a light, not lit

on a cottage cheese ceiling

Season of fall 2

and the blue wall

Season of fall

rain fall, leaf fall, eye full of bug fall

A protest

Carry a sign for a cause.

_you parking in front

thinking you didn't have to feed the meter

Looking down from the ceiling

watching whatever passed

We caught a glimpse

before any containment

Metallic spheres

chased us up a street

Soles revealed

to show it can cut both ways

That square piece of tile

got a face and a plastic case

Blue evening bus stop

Robot brethren trace its roots

You stopped using the wheatpaste

to hang your work.

A river and spirits

haunt the park.

The tripod was unattended

when the camera shot this frame.

You ran off without your backpack

and left the disco ball on the floor

A festival of side dishes

As luck would have it, each had flavor.

_your book

Looked at every page of it. We did not understand any of it.

Asphalt roof remnants

The shack has it's share of leaks.

It had metal wings

Having to close our windows on warm spring nights.

Site specific blocks

A vacant lot flattened and four orange blocks placed on sides. A train passes twice a day.

Late afternoon glow in the station

The lunch counter announced the manager's special.

That was the past rushing past

There was no time at the present.

We played with crayons

And when we were finished your mom microwaved them.

Your left, My left

Red brick, rested shoes

Roadway

When will the bikes ever own it?

There are friends

Phusion friends. In pixel portraits.