I can see the moving branches
of the neighbor's tree and know
that a breeze is blowing... a
gentle rustling of the leaves
rather than dramatic.... we have
had our fill of drama in this
valley as one bus right after
another one has driven by, not
waving, not blowing the horn,
now so much as a howdy on
their way to the big apple... we
see them on the nightly news
unloading their passengers at
first light in the morning with no
one at the destination to pay for
their meals they ate along the way.
16 August 2022
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