a day where the sun shines like a gleaming, burning castle
poetically postulant and arithmetically incompetent
my last day of work, and so a treat at hand and a walk on foot
I pass time in this park,
a discovery connected to a year’s project to peace at long last
this evening’s main course: chips, dips, and relationships
but now the stage has been set, and I can plan for next summer’s excursions.
sunscreen and paint chemicals waft through the air, 
carried by a beat-down heat and
the need to be the next great thing.
focused on the craft, focused on our craft, 
who crafts the next great day?
a moment longer with the traveling piano in my right ear, 
the whispers of painters in my left are all I need on a day 
where the sun shouldn’t shine quite so bright.