There is a lawn mower mowing
a female cardinal chatting somewhere
this July sky
not blue
not white
too bright
to gaze at for any length of time
air heavy with humidity and Baghdad's sorrow
and
the
weight
of
forecasted
rains
the summer is
wild
fierce
and vulnerable.
I am dreaming of water
not blue
not white
but too bright to look at for any length of time
a boat … sunshine
and those things associated with you that press against heart & bone
the lawn mower is still mowing
and now a wren is calling for her mate
and the rains will come
