waiting for the water to warm,
I looked out the window and saw
the waning moon
floating in a pale blue sky
and wreathed with gauzy clouds.
The Very Tall Tree that lives next door
was bowing to the boisterous wind
and scattering leaves like yellow confetti.
Across the wedge of sky
flew a small squadron of geese.
"Summer's gone," they called as they passed.
They disappeared behind the garage roof,
taking a perfect moment with them*.
Do you have a kitchen window? What do you see from it?
*As with most perfect moments, there was no time for photos. But when my hands were dry I walked outside and snapped a bit of the leafy confetti:
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