I sit lonely
on the sofa
staring at the
acorns on the
All week they have
rained down,
I tried to call you
at work so you could
hear them,
but the wind always
stopped before the call
went through.
A Santa Ana
after a long drought,
hazardous conditions.
Terrible for the sinuses,
and I have a cold.
A constant sense
of where is it going,
the day, my life,
the course of things.
Yesterday you went
back home,
where it is cold.
I sit lonely
on the couch.