11 September, Mozartstrasse (revised)

a day of sun and rain either matches

or causes my mood; I vacillate

on the balcony-edge of ennui and imagine

we’ve arrived at a cross-roads again

 

I dress in gray and that’s not working

I drink tea and tree-gaze and that’s not working

we weigh this decision as if we had any sway

over these flighty earth-bound souls

 

(the sky is sudden in the hills—

watch clouds overspill forested heights

race wind-chastened down our valley)