There You are

I have been drinking djinns

And have for now forgotten

The angles determined by the wings

Of birds in flight, codified like

My lawn as if from five thousand feet

The leaves of grass

Tremble, almost vibrate at the

Same frequency as the Sun

They do, it is what they do

That’s all they do

The dogs lie down

The color red, Geraniums stand next to balanced rocks

What is the scent of Geraniums?  It is

Not too far from those dogs

I forget about them too

The sky stays the same

Pure grayish blue, no clouds no birds

Things float in the air

But only in front of where I am looking

I don’t recall birds as belonging

Or the back side of leaves that are silver

Or the color green in all its variations

In my back yard.