183/366
my new neighbor sits
outside, hacking + smoking,
yakking on her phone

184/366
the check-out girl moves
in slow-motion, stoned or a
good facsimile

185/366
“lisa…” a man’s voice.
“Lisa.” silence. “Lisa!” pause.
“LISA!” frustration.

186/366
best forecast ever:
two weeks of suns, unbroken
by a single cloud

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they’re out in full force
runners with hydration packs
and it’s barely warm

188/366
across the street, men
shout, hammer, drill; engines hum—
construction noises

189/366
and so we ambled
thirteen k in the sunshine,
old friends catching up