Between huge blanket of black clouds
and ragged graymouth of cityscape
Eye of green morning light
Wind raking bay (thunder hum) thrashing voice
of branches & leaves
Worlds pass
More worlds
Pause
Storm blown away
for another more pleasant distortion
Not boredom
but interest in someone not found here
Two pelicans
too far away to know what they’re doing
I put on my glasses
Three pelicans, four, seven
any amount of floating & flight, even that jet plane
going the other way
