July is fading

A field of sunflowers, three cows

and two storks outside the translucence

of a moving train window; worm like

rain drops traveling horizontally on its surface. July is fading. And too fast,

leaving and leaving a faint sense of unused rest, of rest barely and briefly

brushed as if by a tired, shy creature who can’t quite tame the thought that she can

breathe deeply, all day and whenever she wants really. Breathe in solidarity with

the field of sunflowers, three cows

and two storks.