I’m in the process of taking photos to go with 50 poems I’ve written–it’s a way to survive the pandemic. Here is a photo of a painted lady on a cosmos, part of my take on retirement.
First Day of Retirement
The panicked whine of a chain saw
Rips through my black morning coffee
I turn on the radio
For the latest traffic jams.
Bay Bridge backup to the Maze,
Looks good from an oversized chair.
I replay how a red-shouldered hawk swoops down
For the remains of a discarded sandwich
In the parking lot of the Carmel Mission,
A thought to replace the agony of a commute.
At 8:15 I’m outside with my camera,
Waiting for a painted lady on a cosmos.
Tomorrow, I will put away the clock.