Mutabilis, Sunday Afternoon

An avocado hitting the floor with a skin on skin thud.

A glass shoe surprised by moonlight.

A range of mountains looming like an unused gym membership.

A mosquito alighting on a ripe peach.

A sidewalk weed singing: “Nature!”

Bright words on a bridge.

A curtain in a window cinched like the waist of a dress.

“A solitary figure in quiet scene of contemplation.”

Dim roses amidst a rapid dusk; a “lavish widow” nearby.

An electrical outlet painted perfectly in a deeply saturated maroon.

Cypress trees poking the sky like the underbite of a werewolf.

An unremarkable fountain, remarkable for its persistence despite unremarkableness.

From behind a garden bench, a small sign peaks, displaying a single word “Mutabilis”.