there were so many stories from my walk tonight
that I wanted to tell you about

about the sparse clouds last attempts at thwarting summer
and Orion's eternal dance with the moon

about lights from a late night baseball game
turning  neighborhood trees into tinseled magic
and glowing infrared beasts

about the damp, freshly mown grass
and the dog's gleeful appreciation

about quiet backstreets
with folks huddled around televisions
trying to make sense of the world
or trying to escape it

about strange and exotic lights
turning back rooms into eerie alien worlds
half-viewed signs and symbols
holding uncountable fantasies

...but most of the stories
the good ones
the ones that made me laugh or cry
fell out of well worn pockets
as I strolled through the chilly spring night