Down the street
a dog barks

it's afternoon
so there's no moon

to howl at

my neighbor
waters the yard

with a steady stream
but there's no rainbow

in the spray

it's August
and there's a hot whiff

but it's not fragrant
because

it comes from the sewer plant

we are where our mind is
so desperate to hop

another plane

to point B
knowing full well

it won't

but still hoping
it will be different

from point A

Whit Howland © 2020