There was a bit of a breeze last night, so I got to be fairly cool for a while, but the temperature is headed back up again today, and will probably go over 100 by tomorrow. Clearly, some Deity has it in for us. I'm beginning to think that maybe we should sacrifice a virgin or something. But it's California. Where would we get one?
Sunday Verse (A manifestation of my eagerness for autumn.)
by Tu Fu
A crescent moon lulls in clear night.
Half-way into sleep, lampwicks char.
Deer wander, uneasy among howling peaks,
And falling leaves startle cicadas.
For a moment, I remember the east coast:
Mince treats, a boat out in falling snow. . . .
Tribal songs rifle the stars. Here,
At the edge of heaven, I inhabit my absence.
Flutes mourn on the city wall. Dusk:
The last birds cross our village graveyard.
And after decades of battle, their war-tax
Taken, people return in deepening night.
Trees darken against cliffs. Leaves fall.
The river of stars faintly skirting beyond
Borderlands, I gaze at a tilting Dipper,
A thin moon-- and magpies finish with flight.