Monday , March 12

• the slithering muscular tail--snake? lizard?--disappearing up the drain pipe
• The fine precise shadows falling on the ocher wall, like an ink drawing

• Two yellow leaves, glowing out like ripe mangos among the canopy of green

• The jagged, expansive circle of shadow, like some type of mysterious clock, blanketing the grass beneath the palm tree

• A lone feather on the floor, its brown stripes echoing the texture of the fallen leaves  around it. I imagine a hawk or owl, and long to touch it, but too well trained to imagine disease instead of flight.

• The small spider web, almost transparent, balanced between the yellow flowers