End of August – Ride

feathery fair weather clouds
marble the cerulean dome
bright sun heats up the eastern sky

white, yellow, and orange butterflies
flit among blousy Brittlebush blossoms
and the faint odor of sage

barrel and elephant ear cacti
and prickly pear in bloom from
the recent monsoons

a large falcon lands on the guardrail
as we approach, hawkeye-ing me
as we roll by

still some water under the Congress
street bridge, but the washes are
all bone-dry

end of August as Labor Day
weekend begins this year
but that is a different consideration

altogether

–LE – 8/29/24