All Afternoon

In the dominion of two, orange and yellow songs of birds chorusing back from their citrus grove. On the slate terrace pools of last night´s rain: by breeze-whim they give back red blossoms, then chunks of sky again. Across the valley cloud shadows darken, then move on to light up the mountain´s face. Slam of the kitchen door: Tae with two glasses of green tea. All afternoon doing everything doing nothing. Alamos, Mexico