This vantage point is 42° into the goldenrod
still able to see the blue but no longer enveloped
nor can I taste its marmalade
my tongue dry now restricted by my settling
or it could be just the smoke
- pink haze drifting into the oak trees
as blue jays tuck into the stillness of morning
I like this quiet
this new place that feels a bit solitary
but lined with a mercurial seeing that
makes everything
mine
