4th of July, Rancho Capistrano

Fire engine leading,
flag waving kids on top;
siren, lights, candy
flung to us — parade watching
bursting proud community.

This was Hannah’s suggestion for a prompt this week on We Write Poems.



Grooming Jackson

Dried mud and hair fall
The curry comb circles and
scrapes, my right arm aches.
Slowly grey emerges from
his rough dirt encrusted coat.