ant5

in the attic

whispering into

my parents’ crank telephone

rainy season

we climb the mountain

for some sky

scrabblings

where the plover ran

random thoughts

while we talk his unruly hair lifts off his forehead

crow caw shatters the silence between composers

another life another time watch out for us

remembered for her content rather than her form

sunny morning sound of large bird feet on the tin roof

waiting room coke machine starts everyone

#872

beachfront restaurant:

morning sun

warming the tables