Winter in Phoenix Arizona

by Mark Waldrop

Winter in Phoenix Arizona happens in July.

An overgrown lawn is working its way up onto

The sidewalk.

And then there's you with your mower,

A hidden newspaper in the middle of everything.

Snowflakes puff out from under

Spinning blades.

You hover above like God, with sunlight dripping

Out of your face, melting the collage of real estate,

And community events.

Sweat in your glasses makes a

Drunken fun-house mirror out of

Your feet, cut-up comics, and disconnected

Crossword puzzles.  Obituaries.

Separated syllables scatter -

Wind blown snowflakes cascade

Like little white gymnasts over the grass,

Driveway, and into the neighbors roses.