There is No Mist

There is No Mist

not one cloud, nor shadows, hardly
a glare, and it isnt too bright; if it

keeps we could see meteors tonight,
over the maple coifs, this blue august.

for now i chew and swallow, clean

the dishes and tidy the bed. read a
chapter of the worlds best novel, get
a text from a fabulous friend. i am
resigned in time to catch
the barn swallows gist, goes well
with my warm water which spent
the night.

not a care nor appointment, i am

surely not obliged; theres no room
for ennui. it bares me entree like
temporal songs wind writes on my
neighbors long cold metal cylinders,
they hang vaguely, they are not in
suspense.