I look out: the clouds are there
Not especially noteworthy
What did I expect?
Black anole bobs on the ledge
Hoping for a mate
A pregnant woman walks by
Wondering about the future
I could tell her, but won’t
Soon her babies will be teenagers
Then adults if they don’t die first
A passerby on the sidewalk
Spares a bug – by chance
Survival is not guaranteed
I close the window:
It looks like rain
Leaves of Ash 