Jubail, Saudi Arabia
If You're Robbed, It's Only Because You Had Something to Steal
I steal daydreams from passersby and spread the seeds in my front lawn. You should see the dandelions dance. One day I stole a daydream from a little girl and realized it was one of my own. Where did you get that, I asked. She found it, her mother said. I didn't ask you, I said. There was an awkward silence as the little girl skipped down the sidewalk. Do you really want it back, the mother asked. That's okay, I said, I've got some others.
summer solstice shifting my chair into the shade