Just another brief poem today (my apartment has been infested with irritating flies; it may be a mid-to late-summer problem in this area: fly storm-19).
“Light” by yours truly
The play of light on a parked car’s back window
Looks like brilliant firework.
It may make you smirk (but don’t call me a jerk).
Sometimes I wonder if I only imagine things
Like jewels, dresses, and wedding rings.