Thursday, August 30, 2007

End of August

It’s a Spare the Air day.
Don’t drive your car.
Don’t talk too much.
Don’t breathe too deep.
The boys are back in school,
The day spreads down the coastline.
Below my bike, the road shimmers.
No cooling wind from Ocean Beach.
The sky is filled with boat clouds.
How will I fill my sky?
I wheeze up Winston, breeze down Moncada,
Smell the toasted grass.
I’m energized.
I’m enervated.
I’m elated.
How will I fill the hours till three o’clock?

(Sky Above Clouds IV, 1965, Georgia O'Keeffe)

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