Asphalt and gum

tapping the asphalt with gum soul shoes. the cool finally broke and a warmer day is upon the pennsylvania ridge lines. I stare across the parking lot into the valley of a mountainside. count to ten and try to slow the time. She will beat me home and I will walk through the door and the dog Will wag its tail and we will have a couple cold ones on the porch before finding a stiff drink on a sun-strewn (or not so) patio as the evening sinks along the alleyways and shrubbery. I will arrive home as night crests and water the flowers before bed while I try to slow the evening. counting to ten. Before I rise to work and worry again.