Saturday, June 15, 2013


In the lapse of downtown traffic
I hear a birdsong
cadence by cadence carrying a past
of cyclos whirling in dust and heat
merging then returning to the scratch of my pen.


Denise | Chez Danisse said...

The hidden world of the observant.

Steph said...

A good moment!

Anonymous said...

A birdcall can bring you out of a reverie and back into the moment.