Your tricked out mini bike

rolls with extended front forks

and sweet swaying seat post

White paint tire tracks

while parking that thing

leaving over sized footprints.

_sun pressed image

of blinds and orchids

A fate watcher

A gate watcher

It was an entire month

of pennant fever.

You told us stories

about an old worn out Honda

with bones that would never decay.

145 So. Montgomery St.

They dressed in all their elaborate adornment and finery but you would have none of that.

Blue Pillow dog

Peeking from your royal perch

The day brought out your team colors

No goals needed to be scored

Bagging the pieces

They seem to fit but nothing matches

Margins left for spillage

We visit there less often since bark was tanned.

Crossing again without any traffic

Movement labors like a truck in Wages of Fear.

A vapor of white gas

left us a trail to follow

The gradient may be defined in some way

using the exterior derivative

Behind the screen

shadows danced on little sticks

All four caps securely tightened

You always hit the nails on their heads.

It was at the edge of the rug

All of them looking

Who we were

What was it again?

Wall 2 Oh

just steps from a large metro area

It was a bright reflection

of a product priced to sell.

Cathodic Protection Test

Heavy cast iron lid and collar.

Flipflop on the tree

Please remove your sandals before entering the tree house.

Tree Palm Tree

Dividing yards and sky

Dragged out to parking lot

never to chill another beverage in the sandwich shop.

I recall the promises made to us

and the dull light, the resonance, the baleful wind.

Pull Up to the Bumper

We can catalog all the house colors from the curb.

Slightly off balancing act

Your blue gray structure loomed over our bagged lunch.

Soft, soft seat

Covered in black hide and yellow leaves. We searched your dark recesses for spare change.

It wasn't the most inconspicuous vehicle

but by then you had already sold the rights to your life story.

It was an errand that needed to be run

The cart was packed. An umbrella perched atop your head like a large brimmed hat.

The man standing on the street

Had that kind of face that told us he would get the door

You got into a car and drove away

and instead of the world getting bigger it just shrunk

Leaving the house with the floating door.

Caution needed for the first step

You know us by our orange capes

A small army taking over the streets

This window is used to look out

We climb to the top of the stairs to look out at the next building

Dying green balloon

on wet concrete near the metal doors

One mile up

Alluvial ore deposits , windblown phosphorescence
and other safety related signage.

Pile of rusting

nesting rusty nails

Moving along 2nd

At rolling speed.

Street repair

We don't find the city conducive for walking or biking yet repairs are always for large vehicles.