Sitting alone in a clean house
the fan blows cool air on my face.
My moment of pause.
Quiet, peaceful, even the dogs are
silent.
And I feel so lucky to be here —
The vegetables grow in the garden
The flowers in their pots.
I take a mental photograph —
this won't last.
Do you spend your summer on
a boat on the river?
Do you wear a hat?
I know you are a shade seeker —
like me, fair and freckled
with pale blue eyes.
Do you slather on the sunscreen?
or like me, use a parasol?
I've never seen a man with
a parasol, but you could be
the 1st.
