early
Monday
morning
I look back
to last days
blurred
in a juxtaposed
potpourri

weekend weeding
garden slugs
tossed to the turtle
poetry submission
“up to five”
Belgian abbey ale
“it tastes like flowers!”
vehicle safety inspection
a dolphin pod
mid-day nap
and grocery shop

another wedding dress arrives
too big

and my favorite weekend moment:
island road
me
at the wheel
the Bohemian
hand on my knee
Jeb
in the back seat
we three
driving
quiet
no words