Out the yawning window

50 shades of roofs

Bluebird houses

Clouds and birdsong

Sherry my neighbor called to

tell me the mail box was open

the mail, wet from last night’s

rain

At 4 a.m. we had hail

the pling pling against the

windows woke the puppy

I was silently chanting

don’t need to go out

don’t need to go out

It worked

I dreamt we were visiting

a few faceless others and

when I returned from another

room my purse that I had placed

on the back of a sofa was

missing