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Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Observation - October 3rd, 2018, Wednesday


Observation

It is 3:45 am, there are lights flashing outside my window
They are cherry and berry blue, spinning fast on the bar
Of an ambulance and a firetruck, chirping in the night
Small bursts of noise blurting from their sirens

It is a normal morning on Bryant, across from the home
Kitty jumps down from the window where she had been
Perched on the lookout for creatures moving of the night
The rabbits and fox, and the bushy raccoon

Monday, September 3, 2018

Observation - September 3rd, 2018, Monday


Observation


I listen to a car roll by outside my open window
The sound of traffic is low, I have not noticed any busses
There is a beeping like an alarm going off at the nursing home across the street
Or of a van backing up, but it has been going off for hours
It is Labor Day today and the city is still sleeping

Summer is coming to an end

It promises to be warm today, not hot, the breeze is cool and dry
Kitty is running from window to window, chortling in her brisk meow
There is something happening outside
A born squirrel, or a chip monk in the tree
They vanish, and she grows quiet

Friday, August 3, 2018

Observation - August 3rd, 2018, Friday


Observation

There is traffic on Bryant
The windows are open
The sound of tires
Rolling on the pavement
Cars and trucks and busses
A plane flying overhead
Preparing for touchdown
Kitty is licking her white paw
Cleaning her tawny head



Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Observation - July 3rd, 2018, Tuesday


Observation


Kitty stretches her front paw
A sparrow cut across the plane of view from the front window
Cool clear light bends through the wavy glass

It is quiet in the morning
The cup filled with coffee is warm in my hand
A breeze on my neck from the black plastic fan

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Observation - June 3rd, 2018, Sunday


Observation


The Twins are tied in the bottom of the eighth

I can smell the cut grass through the open window

My lady is out front pushing the mower

I can hear it rattle, in a rhythm with my typing

The hum of traffic flowing by on Bryant

Kitty is on her bench looking at the action

The Twins exit the eighth without advancing

The sun is bright and the air is cool, afternoon

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Observation - May 3rd, 2018, Thursday


Observation

Spring came and it is warm in the house
The hum of the fan mutes the sound of the TV
Of traffic, of Kitty purring, of my lady sleeping
Breathing, in the early morning, minutes from rising

The dark is just beginning to break outside the window
The faintest blue line is stretching across the horizon
Tree bud are popping, the Earth is respiring
Beneath a soft blanket of dew


Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Observation - April 3rd, 2018, Tuesday


Everything is covered in snow
            
             A thick sheet of ice

Clings to the ground beneath it

            The treachery of April

Cold, seeping through the window

            Plows scrape the street

Outside, the green lawn is buried

            Robin, into the nest retreats

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Observation - March 3rd, 2018, Saturday


My tawny-tabby kitty is talking to me
Short little bursts of sound like a baby mumbling
Crying
It is quiet in the house
Otherwise, still
She thinks it is past the time
For everyone to be up
Moving about
She cannot read the clock
She does not know it is Saturday

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Observation - February 3rd, 2018, Saturday

Observation


It is dark in the room
The lamp by my desk has gone out
I am writing, typing
In the glow of the computer screen
Backlit by another lamp
On the end-table by the couch
Behind me, the talk from the TV
Contains shades of treason
The orange-man has pulled
The curtain from its rungs
He meant to cover his naked ambitions
He revealed the fragile
Crumbling facade of America
Plutocracy, we are governed by Hades
Lord of the underworld
And his host of kleptocrats
Thieves like orange-rats
Scurrying for crumbs
My cat sits on her blue chair
She is bored of her string
I can hear her breathing, soft purring
She would make short work of them
The neighbor’s door opens
Across the hall
Someone exists
A car starts in the cold, outside
A plane flies overhead
To the airport, landing
The city is full of revelers

Tomorrow is the Super Bowl