while the oak leaves shake

the loud rumbling purrs
of lisi-cat who finally came back
(after four days of mystery away-ness)
in the dark
at the bedside
_______

clarinet, maybe violin
could be live but more likely a recording
drifting across the street and onto the porch
while the oak leaves shake in the wind
and someone over on main street
revs their engine forward
_______

the porch swing
ghost-swaying
no one in it
while the cicadas cicada
and the crickets cricket-cricket

_______

the dash of fall in the air
moving over the parts of my neck
not covered by collar or kerchief
_______
where, just two weeks ago, there was
the sicksweet scent of lilies opened
to the sun, now there are bunches
of bright purple-pink
phlox flowers in bloom
_______

two moths
flutter-dancing their way
down the road
at second-storey height
_______
lisi walking with us
down to the mailbox
and down to the garden
and back up again