Hot wind from the west Pulls along a darkened sky Like a child’s wagon
Walking on the sand while the sun streams off the lake. Feels wrong to wear shoes.
It’s hard to recall what is was like here, with him breaking the silence
With dappled shadows I only need sunglasses every other tree
Too soon for breakfast I take sips of hot coffee The edge of the day
rain warm snow fog cold The weather is like my life Staggering toward spring
Standing by the stove My watched pot needs to boil now I have things to do
Music of the spheres. How can you hear the world sing With your headphones on?