The Word Rummager

watching the tree in the corner 

stand through summer rain

turning greener and darker 

knowing it’s a matter of time 

before color fades, leaves fall

and clouds cover the moon 

all becoming a blue-grey 

but right now it’s afternoon

people are laughing 

dodging the drops 

I watch a town bustle through lunch

stories through the window 

the rain cool on hot pavement 

August is ready to sleep 

summer is slow and heavy green 

making planning hard

and daydreaming fuzzy

.

my body is healing 

and that too is slow 

making dancing a memory 

.

the clock drags its hands 

as sun swallows sky

I try to stay rooted 

.

I hum without song

a sort of blue-like sky

making days pass gently