The clouds smile wide
The skinks sun their backs
The garden weeds rise
The dog curls on my lap
And I think I’m happy, even
Though it’s all gone in a flash.
Revolving home a thoroughfare
For sometime ago friends
Barely scratched tickets
Potential for riches
But I can’t make out the digits
Vague penumbral entities
This is no place to find a family
To penetrate the atriums
Of carefully-potted planetary systems
The orbits always misalign
And I’m Halley’s once again
Trailing through the inky brine.
Sweetly Unhappy People 