Here comes the sun

Big, bright and happy - what's not to like. And I say . . . It's all right . . . which reminds me of a scene I witnessed at a redlight, taking my daughter to school the other day.

Sirocco

She enters as motion
At the corner of my eye
Left to right
In a solar arc
All elbows, knees, and jiggling excess
Bold as brass
Dark as bronze
Big as a Sousaphone

She takes to the streeet
As if it were a stage
In her own private parade
Dancing to beat the band
With a hyperbole of gesture
No doubt scripted for aerobic effect

She takes her time
Taking in the moment
When she reaches the refuge of the far corner
A car honks
And it looks, for a moment
As if she might return for an encore
But she continues on her way
After a simple jig
Blowing west
In a cloud of construction dust



The good stuff:

Takin' care of business
The light at the end of the tunnel
Double rainbow
Big hairy audacious dreams
Good old-fashioned elbow grease
Comic books
Sultry looks
Yogurt-covered pretzels
gingerbread
volunteers