Beauty
is everywhere
if you can
see it’s secrets
in sunsets
mountain meadows
wet with dew
the eyes of your lover
reflecting the heart
or a plastic water bottle
in the gutter
on its journey
to the sea where
it will be atomized
never disappearing
dead leaves wrapping it
partially
some wet dirt
inside
a cigarette butt
nearby
a straw drinking in
the light
cars go by
a man picks up
his dog’s shit
the houses
silent witness
the pink and orange of
sunset in the
windows
the evening
approaches stealthy
like a cat