Such a Moment
A breeze blows. The Syracuse wind chime behind the chaise sounds a three-note melody. A sparrow’s song answers. The neighbor behind my house hosts a party. Adults chat, children squeal and laugh. Somewhere a dog barks.
The maple, elm, spruce, pine, apple, crabapple and peach trees, the freshly mown lawn of grass and crabgrass: all shine so verdantly in the mid-morning sun. So present. Like the wind and surf at Tintagal, the morning light through the drapes in Wigmore Place, the spinning wheels of an upside-down, rusty-red tricycle.
more cottonballs across
an empty sky
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photograph by Carol Hu
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