Some days are just like that ...

Most days, my little camera is in my pocket,

easily at hand when I see the way the evening sun

describes the delicate turn of a flower's petals,

or when a bit of sun breaks through the gray overcast

 to bathe the Speedway golf course in its warmth.

Then again, there are those times when

the morning sunrise casts a cold eye on a set

of box springs and a mattress,

wrapped against the morning dew

in a torn plastic shroud.

Oddly, the items were propped

against a wall in one of the stalls at

the carwash near where I work.

WTF?