rocks love to be accompanied by a cello. Listen, bow across strings; time is ticking toward 2023. Delicious rain anoints every stone and transforms hills verdant. Late morning glistens; the 2 cats sleeping. Soup for lunch and the luxury of remembering an expanding circle of friends.
this time it simmers down
ReplyDeleteto its sultriest forms
and longs to be elsewhere, otherwise
watches out the window for a particular cloud