Silence of white border collie with black spot on back on grey rug in hermit’s room on Thursday
morning early April between two mountains near pond four miles from bay to open ocean.
Yes things fall apart get broken make no sense only looking back and marveling anything even stands
after what can go wrong does, the way we adjust, in news squirrel with rolling bar wheels prosthetic.
Seven am and sun comes up over Melvin heights on other side of Barnestown road grey suv rolling
toward molyneaux road furnace cuts in hot air but not in this room, scompigliato, tutti quanti
Panti, the smaller cat, wanders in on morning rounds, steps over dog, exits again, clocked in, finito
This haze brightening ove porch roofgre blanket on shoulders reluctant to get to desk, reluctance
Has become the air I breathe, cat back in window, dog moves, cat jumps down, rubs his muzzle
There is nothing clear on clearest day, wind rattles chimes down by bird feeders near barnside
Aspettare, si,
È abbastanza
