it is cool in the house...
September cool
the air will warm
throughout the day
then dissipate
there is ragweed in the
breeze
pollen scratching at my
throat
raking through my sinuses...
my head is pounding
the phlox outside my window
a soft—matted shade of fuchsia
climbing the cedar fence
Kitty is asleep on her
blanket
her tawny-gray-head resting on
her soft white paws
the streets are quiet
