Caw! Caw! Caw!

The rain on the leaves outside

 my window. A saxophone

 on a record player somewhere.

All the stars reflections,

 elongated on the rippling lake,

 point at me.

The sun is low.

My shadow peaks somewhere

 beyond the county line.

Sitting with a peach beside the

 ship canal, trying not to eat it,

 trying to prolong September.

Flowers, balloons, and a dog

 on the street by the noodle shop.

Everyone looks at the dog.

Rainclouds, gentle in the

 morning light, shimmer boldly

 in the evening.

In my kingdom,

 time will be our currency;

We can spend it how we want.

Summer tells a joke,

 but no one laughs

 because she serves it up so cold.

Trimming photos down to size,

 gluing them to pages in a book

 for you to see.