i am walking down a road
and the baby eagles swing past in the wind
the sun still sets
each little white daisy closes in on itself for the eve

puffy dandelion balls glow in the bright grass

the dogs legs are wet and muddy
a grey cloud cries on me
and my book

more eagles talk from the tree tops
and the couple next to me make out in their car

bikes
waves
a puffy rainbow schmoosh lingers over the lions gate bridge

how come not?
just because.