Observation
It is cool in the house
The cool of early September, it will give way
To warmth in the day, then dissipate
There is ragweed in the air
The pollen is scratching my throat
Raking my sinuses, my head is pounding
The phlox outside my kitchen window
Bears the softest tone, a shade of matted fuchsia
Rising against the cedar fence
My cat is sleeping on her blanket
Her tawny gray head resting on her soft white paw
The streets are quiet
