drive
black bird crossing the street ahead of me
she doesn't fly away
just picks up the pace
"i can make it" (hop) "i can make it" (hop) "i can make it" (hop)

stop
turn signal on off on off
like a ticking clock

look
something you find washed up on the beach
barnacles + linguine

walk
my daughter finds a treasure
shaped like twisted black electrical tape

feel
xena's purring stops
when bailey hops up

listen
lying flat on the deck
sounds from every direction

see
water down a city grate
liquid fingers stretch to the depths
central city waterfall

find
scotch broom along a path
i did not intend to take

taste
crushed apple on my tongue
molars grind and grind and grind

hear
silence

be
nothing