Three Wisps
Three wisps of clouds travel the hazy heavens. The dome of the sky containing the cool of the day for a bit longer this morning. The sparrow has left the nest for his rounds. The mouse is off on some errand. This voyeurism is made under shade, on a porch, in a sorta comfy chair. The suburban wildlife is wandering, as the derelict house stands here. Slowly sinking; slowly yellow to greening. The cedar leans to threaten with inevitability Of a cleansing crash from a supersubstantial sabine. ...
