every keystroke

marks a beat a measured stroke

a binding minute

an operative

under constant surveillance

a chained dog barking

that queezy feeling

sun flashing through trees at speed

a schedule too full

how I long to clasp

a hand, to hug another

momentarily

speeding cars passing

physical destinations

face to face meetings

my tongue worrying

a broken tooth, sharp edges

dark fearful spaces

morning sharply bright

a wickedly playful wind

dark clouds scurry by

a blustery wind

fearful agitated trees

sudden change in light

with spiky red hair

masked and wrapped in plastic gown

reluctant arm jabbed

a city of birds

an exuberant chorus

traffic’s heavy thrum