a pic and a poem a day: day 7

Patio Musings

Far off,  cars pass on 75th

rush, stop, turn

without signal

money goes out, rubbish comes in

Tree limbs dance around me,

over me,

on me

and my patio

smooth-and-bumpy stones of gray

and tan and white

gather, pile, spread

under the gray shadows that twitch

like patterned lace

slipping across the ground

slowing, swaying

cool, regal breezes ask for respect

change to an angry twirl can rip houses from their roots