temperature


the cloud is so nitid
hanging from the blue skies
but the the skull
marches steadily
on the concrete

bureaucratic cars
line the street

the electric company
needs a new truck
the one that almost hit us
makes to much noise

the couple
has lunch on the grass
we read in the park

the kids
speed away in a german car
and there's a hot rod
making the rounds

we remembered
we left the stove on
we race home
saying hello to the elders
we find on our way