The sky has been sporting quite a few thunderheads today, but so far the predicted electrical storm has not appeared. I haven't even heard any thunder from the mountains, where the clouds are thickest. Instead of thunder, the cool evening has brought the chirping of crickets and (alas) the buzzing of mosquitoes. I welcome the former but could do without the latter. I think I got bitten while I was out feeding the cats and watering the jasmine.
There was a coupon for a free can of spray air freshener, so I got it and made the mistake of using it. Now the house reeks of cheap floral scent and chemicals. It's too chilly to leave the windows open, so I'll just have to wait until it settles. In the meantime I'll probably go outside and watch the sunset. Thunderheads make for nice sunsets.
Sunday Verse (for the left behind)
A Quick One Before I Go
by David Lehman
There comes a time in every man's life
when he thinks: I have never had a single
original thought in my life
including this one & therefore I shall
eliminate all ideas from my poems
which shall consist of cats, rice, rain
baseball cards, fire escapes, hanging plants
red brick houses where I shall give up booze
and organized religion even if it means
despair is a logical possibility that can't
be disproved I shall concentrate on the five
senses and what they half perceive and half
create, the green street signs with white
letters on them the body next to mine
asleep while I think these thoughts
that I want to eliminate like nostalgia
O was there ever a man who felt as I do
like a pronoun out of step with all the other
floating signifiers no things but in words
an orange T-shirt a lime green awning
