Everything's a poem or nothing:
the white truck outside freshly coated with sunlight,

a blonde girl walking a huge gray dog
daily in the silence of a summer morning,

a red car jutting out of its space in the road
as if it should be part of a painting,

a landscape I made that included all the trees,
light already brushed on the bark from the sun,

an old swimming pool in faded blue behind the trees,
empty of swimmers at this hour of the day.