Notes from the road

Driving around the last couple of months I've been making random notes about different things I pass. The beer keg turned mailbox in a neighborhood, leaves floating by the vacant rope hanging from a large oak tree, that dark path through the pines where I stare to catch a glimpse of a river, realizing I've crossed the center line driving on the opposite side of the road. Most times it's just driving by, often pushing the boundaries (by today's standards) of looking suspect as I circle a block 3, maybe 5 times. I keep hoping someone will pop out into their yard long enough for me to strike up a conversation. But you can only wait for someone to take the clothes in from hanging on a line under a maple tree's peaked red leaves for so long before you've got to move on.