this afternoon a bit or re/organizing in the garage
moving things here
there
assemblages at the end of a summer of upheaval
after awhile i wondered:
'is someone barbecuing? having a fire pit?'
looking out into the haze i remembered:
'oh right: the world is on fire'
***
a little bird flew into our front window
after many minutes of stillness
she scampered away
***
the haze remains
the sun is shining
through it all
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