in the dark
on park benches

we discussed
the morning lark

and love's
future adventures

amid the dust
of an August daylight

waiting in laughter
for a cooler afternoon.

Counter arguments
of a gender stereotype

with your horoscope
hidden in your urbane hope

for your human chance
development

forbidden in a gap
of intolerance

symmetry here
in the hostile sun

while I  prepare in therapy
to dive in the ocean

with my snorkel on
amid the minnows and pearls

in the depth of motion
along the coral sea.

Tuesday
sounds on birds

outside my window
a shadow lingers

of the cat's body
who likes to play

on the swing
and listen to the birds sing.