Sidewalk cafes are not the best
for writing
if you’re so busy watching the street
that you barely notice your notebook.
It’s an awful coincidence
that the same season
when it’s warm enough
to drink outdoors
is the exact same time
that skirts shrink
and tube tops turn up.

None of this
is any sort of revelation,
of course.
It’s just the sort of writing
that comes out
when one is otherwise

distracted.