All Calm and Peaceful Here
distant train whistle – long, spread out,
gray moth flies up, lands on my porch railing
a lazy not quite fall day, first of September.
Not too hot yet, but will be nineties at four o’clock.
Enjoying the seventy-three of this second.
I soak up the quiet and the sun’s Vitamin D.
Bird tweeting gets louder.
Three short toots of a train whistle.
Probably at a railroad crossing.
I know of no crossings around here.
A squirrel races between two walnut trees
dog does not notice, growling at the road.
Rooster’s crow comes again, long and drawn out this time.
I wonder if he is mimicking the train’s whistle?
Amazingly quiet day. All calm here, and at peace in Kansas.
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