making coffee, dense fog....six geese fly overhead

jazz notes fill all the uneven sentient surfaces between keys and windows-- the calicos strike yoga poses, as someone looks out the window-- waiting to make sense of a single phrase--seeing if it works in the whole scheme of harmony-- the soon to be harvest insists a poem will be written in the apple orchard at dawn-- when grapes dangle care-free, vines remind anyone, how--the heavy rain helped to get the shining purples there... purposely praising all weather- leaving knee jerk reactions for bulls in rings-- goats and lambs hardly ever complain about the rain...