just my imagination

i stare at my back yard

in the same way i do 

when i open my refrigerator,

hoping

things will change

for the better.

that grass will appear,

not weeds.

i see a stone fountain.

white rocks.

a blue round pool of

fresh water.

i see yellow hummingbirds

frolicking about.

i imagine a red leafed tree

of some sort.

then i snap out of it,

and move the butter aside

to grab a beer.