downtime
quiet moonlit night: the cat, wasting no time, stalks the moon’s reflection
quiet moonlit night: the cat, wasting no time, stalks the moon’s reflection
the sense that, in the midst of what you sense, heart and all, the main event eludes you. then, a bunch of friends race by on bikes, in midnight rain.
it’s worth celebrating– the tree in the parking strip no longer needs its prop
arriving late to bring the boy to school— an impromptu neighborhood meeting occurs. i’m not the only one inspired to start a band by this spring morning’s young songbirds.
despite this winningstreak, tears on the baseball field.dusty afternoon.