Walking

This morning while hiking in the hills I saw

Two doves walking down a driveway

A translucent man wearing tight red shorts

A tight red shirt

And a watch

Run out of his house and up the road

Then his face turned red, too

Two she-vampires walking their dogs

Five minutes apart

On different sides of the street

Trying to get back home

Before the sun came out

Eight Priuses

In different colors, but mostly black

A Japanese man sweeping his

Red brick stairway

Huge palms

Pink petals blowing in a breeze

After falling from a different tree

A girl jogging and smiling at me

A man and a woman

The man was walking two dogs

The woman none

They didn't smile

They didn't frown

They were only walking their dogs

On a Sunday morning

And I was listening to old Rod Stewart

When he still had pipes

Singing raspy blues

Before he got addicted to tall, young blondes

And tuxedos

And whatever happens Monday

When the week begins

I'll be happy

Thinking how lucky I am

How good it is

Walking in the hills