A breeze this morning
Promising fall
Sun painting the movie house
And no rain in the trees
A bee in the rosas
Now come the finches
And a sparrow from a long long way away
In perfect formation
Not like the thistle on the porch floor
Near the Angel dish
The geraniums
And the old Philco radio in the window of the sliding door
Now more bees in the rosas
The sparrow is gone