How the day slides by, a watercolor brush almost discharged with paint and water. Nearly no impression.

The truth is you– through you– the universe aims you– be useful.  

Summer Thoughts Anticipating. The world is rippling pond and fish underneath. One cattail in the breeze. Fireflies smelting the dark. Moths, anti-meteors refracted in the foggy milk of  morning light. Chimney swifts, in and out, reverse smoke. Anticipating. Not yet. Doesn’t feel like soon either Until the spring peeper divas sing.