rear raze seconds before i step outside, a cardinal stands on the fence, eyeing fragments of food on a piss-stained platform. i run upstairs to grab my camera. he's left by the time i get back. i should have stayed. i know. enough of the sun has gone now to let the wind have its say again. it's cool but not cold. today the buds i've watched charlene bob for in the tree that hangs over our heads have fanned out and gone green, pregnant with possibility. a bundle of parched foliage rests in the back-right corner of this fenced-in field. a sandcastle by any other name. no one's seen fit to kick it over. on the other side of the house, two archaic pieces of equipment sit unattended in the middle of the street, as if the men who drove them moments ago were spirited away by creatures from another planet. and if they stepped off their spaceship and hung around long enough to see what this_city is all about, you know what they'd see and hear would make them want to cry. but i'd invite them back here and offer them something good to snack on anyway. 230413 what's it to you? who go blather from