Out the front window near my desk, the swifting plash of car tires; drips dripping off the curled iron of the fire escape.
Out the back window, where the trees climb higher than the roof, rain soft patterings on wet leaves; there is no wind today.
The leaves have not even begun to consider a change of wardrobe, as Summer lingers; couch surfing straight into October.
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(This is from last week, when it was still in the 80ºs.)
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 