Day 775, August 16, 2022
Emerald Green Thought
A thought was an emerald green hummingbird
that crossed my path and followed my gait
for a moment or two.
I was thinking of royalty today.
I was thinking about a telephone call I needed to make.
I was choosing dates from a calendar two months from now.
I count the deer I pass and shout a little hello.
I think buck bodies are more rectangular.
The idea left as fleetingly as a furtive handshake.
And class and caste.
An Audi station wagon speeds unnecessarily fast
on a small meadow road,
it looks nearly at a loss of control.
A freshly paved stretch of asphalt is a river of pleasure.
There is tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.
There is the ruby-throated hummingbird, and then it is gone.