In the rosas bushes
Motionless everything
The clouds
No clouds I can see
White light blue
The blue painter's tape motionless too
I hear birds but do not see them
I do now,
One
Sparrow
And oh now
Crows and gulls swooping
But
No motion
Not even locomotion
But there is a strutting seagull
On the roof peak of the movie house
Now
*written yesterday.