A poem about the sights and sounds I hear when outside on the deck. :>) I must have written this last summer -- I just discovered it again. Thus, the title.
Dog at the edge of the deck,
Black sideburned bone enthusiast,
lizard on the netting
an acrobat, lithe in a green leotard.
Wind chime, silver rods dangle,
copper meets pedestal
but too slowly in this heat
twittercheep, and the internet
is intermittently down.
I frown and get for my cure
a smoke and a margarita,
a half-moon lime perched on its side.