Discombobulated day:

Fred challenges…extract the unusual from the everyday.  This is all I’ve got.

Raindrops tap a tune on my windshield,

Each drop, a waxing crescent moon.

The dark half liquid silver, mercury;

illuminated, the other reflects color and light.

Telephone poles like black ink pens point to loopy, spiraling clouds

and draw arching lines across the sketchy grey sky.