small city walking

looking three ways
as I cross the first street,
angles ahead
for my eyes to meet,
dogs that aren't friendly
and dogs that are,
dogs with their heads
out the windows of cars

take the wondrous scent
of lily lilacs in June,
or the lovely blue sky
hiding the moon.
diverse wildflowers
beside the worn side-walk,
the breeze that revives
a man to the core:
these are the things
such walking is for

oh, and at home,
my sweet cat
waits on the floor