Dogs 2013

LATE SUMMER GLARE
(9/17/13)


I look
out
the front window
to survey
the yard

grass dying

bushes
and trees
drooping

no rain
in over a
month

not
as hot
as usual
but so
very
dry

there's
just enough
sporadic growth
on the lawn
to warrant
a mowing

I dread it

I will create
a dust bowl
microcosm
around the machine
and myself

my eyes
water
already

then
across the street
I sense a bright
movement
in the periphery

something
apparently reflecting
the afternoon sun
and moving slowly
in front
of the neighbor's
house

I look
up

refocus

and see
a large bunch
of bright yellow
butterflies

drifting
rolling
conspiring
about some
unseen axis
of mutual
interest

they are
amazingly
beautiful

a cloud
of color
instead
of the cloud
of desiccated dirt
I had just
imagined

my eyes
continue
to water