by dishpantheism

swallows take the day shift. bats take the night. there’s a birch tree by the neighbor’s house and the moon manages to look trapped in the branches. i went outside last night and washed my car in the dark while the moon was rising. it’s still only a sliver and it makes the sky green. so pretty.

the apples have bowed the branches to the ground. this afternoon in the alley starlings were knocking ripe mirabelles down and fighting over them.

i’m procrastinating now when i should be writing letters. sometimes the long view is not the most appealing. but still. letters must get written and nobody is going to write them for me.

to it.