Light falls on dog hair
showing a fine mist over
my entire life.

Clouds have taken
the sting out of the sunshine
helping ease my sight.

A blur of heatwaves
distorts the field and highway
that shoots past my car.

The yellow lilies
burst forth with such brightness
to burn like hot stars.

Alone in the haze
of the overcast summer
afternoon, I sleep.

Like a giant sponge,
the woods surround my footsteps
soaking up sound.

Fleas, you little pricks,
you've invaded my couch and
bitte me half raw.