Saturday, July 3, 2010

A Saturday Morning in July

The house is so quiet.
Rain, the sputtering coffee pot, a snuffling dog.
Upstairs, perhaps an occassional snore.
I hope they sleep a bit longer.
It rained all of June and continues..
The cool gray isn't unusual
but, instead of calling for naked sun dances
or raging against the insidious drip,
I am like the dregs of an iced coffee