Basil-laced strawberries swim in two quarts of water,
replacing yesterday’s battered, bloated limes with grace.
Tonight, they too, will be discarded like a pair of
sweaty socks, surrendering in defeat.
Skaters, daters, bikers, and hikers
weave freely in and out of one another, stuffing
the last of the capsizing light into their hungry souls,
before Hrímfaxi’s hoary mane hovers above the horizon.
A male and female cardinal search for an afternoon snack.
Esopus Creek/New York State
Four geese fly over Prospect Park Lake.
Our neighbor often serenades the block with songs from the 70’s (sometimes at 7 in the morning) while sitting outside his apartment building. He has a voice like Jimmy Durante.
Mourning Dove/Brooklyn, NY
Sunlight, streaming through Venetian blinds, on skin