Drooping clothes, heavy on the line, are still wet.
Doves hunch under the eaves gossiping, soft throated
coos inhale sunlight, exhale hesitant commentary.
     “Did you tease…the dog?”
    “In this rain?…Who could?”
    “Stinky `dog…poor thing, poor thing.”
    “She eats…too much.”
    “And you…eat her crumbs.”
Scolding Cardinal…tik tik tik tik tok!
    “She’s one…of them.”
    “Lost gen…eration.”
    “If I could…I would.”
     “I would…if I could.”
    “Good day…to you.”
    “Good day…to you.”
Whoosh, flutter, flap
Time to get up.