is one of a mass of primates...


The indeterminable sky -

A smattering of blues and greys

As the day grows old,

Nuanced in its denouement.

The long summer grasses

Stir and murmur

With a listless breeze

And the business of insects.

Two crows on tilted wings

Loud with endless sass,

Careen sarcastically

Over tufts of pungent yarrow.

This, suffusing

A single moment

In a sweeping tract of moments

In which I wait for you.

- kc