Weather

Changing, from time to–

Wondering what front next in arrives

and changes my scene and setting and

what I have planned. Drops, dry. Sun,

then none.

Rocks waiting for the change. Dreading or

not. Sold one approach and life after another,

me listening to a couple from Texas have a conversation

about the heat, here. What heat they said.

Laughing, walking, think I heard thunder.

No sound before pour. Always the way.

Trees move, telling me it’s here. New approach and landing.

Kind first notes, benches gently drenched.

Songs in the steps, clouds convincing me.

6/24/18