They asked for a name.
I gave one. The cup received a creative interpretation.
Daily Smile
All smilesFront Street had a strip of shade.
I walked it twice. The errand could wait.
A bell on the Iron Horse through Danville meant step aside.
The strollers had the right of way, and the trail agreed.
The light at Diablo Road and Hartz changed.
The clock tower watched, on time, as usual.
I found a spot on Hartz Avenue.
The meter and I began a brief relationship.
The Village Theatre marquee had tonight’s show.
Hartz Avenue already knew.
I cut through the Blackhawk Museum lot.
The fountain was working harder than my errand.
The Museum of the San Ramon Valley was open.
So was the conversation on the sidewalk in front of it.
Oak Hill Park was windy in a personal way.
The oaks were used to it.
Sycamore Valley Park looked flat from the lot.
The trail had footnotes.