Saturday Sun

Saturday sun

Fades to a Sunday moon

All comes up

And gone too soon

Days filled with autumn fall

Upon my eyes

Not one

But all

Water on the Parking Lot

In a parking lot

West of town

Water falls

Straight down

Into the puddle

On the ground

Into the swells all around

In Plain Sight

Over the hedge

In plain view

What was stolen

Was witnessed by me

And you

No doubt cast

Over the shadow

Of memory

What happened in that

Moment in history

Will live forever

In infamy

Santa Monica Sun

Along a winding path

Paved sun-glazed cement

Baked with a hazy grey sealant

With summer shoes

Raking the rocks

Along the freckled

Grass

Sunscreen scented fragrances

Illuminating hiatus

Under the strung out

Santa Monica Sun