break

dust on windows

gives light a place

to land

and cedar shadow

clear demarcation

we are not outside

we are in

he notices trees

browning

wonders drought

she is paying for

the two beer break

from herself

heavier, days

there are possibly

too many books

too many words

in the world

too many stages

she is dirt on glass

filter

there must be something

light, a man said

funny

to entertain

the wealthy

white

crowd between bouts

of sorrow

a break from the world

they make

the women say

bow out

with thanks to Barbara and Hillary, Terry and Dorell