wednesday, august 15

it rained hard and fast late tuesday afternoon
long after midnight now, water drips off the needles of the trees
and rises off the streets in tracers of fog to
mingle with the haze of the fires burning further west
i can hear the old cat, muttering in his sleep on
a chair in the living room
a motorcycle on the otherwise-deserted highway
and the frogs in the trees across the street

p1k3 / 2018 / 8 / 15