trilogy of care:
feeding, sleeping, diapering
four month Zephyr babe

The sky was thick with heat
We biked until our lungs filled

With moisture and collapsed
Like wet paper

On the roadside to
Take a photo of a barn

And corn ears that lifted
The clouds and shined

Just as bright
As the sun

pulling down curtains
I leaned over the typewriter
sparks   round   holes
and fire   I dragged the rug
in the kitchen   a bucket
water   The typewriter did not
my face   hands   the heat from the caldera
yellow fire   fast    roaring
rumbling   grinding noise
my bucket, of course, not aflame

Thoughts: my
pay attention to be
too tired

I
am
am
I
skip
the
skipping
a
day
sonnet
today
no sonnet
ok?
ok?