July Morning

Through the pink falling rain
The illusive catbird
Clearly calls me by name

Hanging from folded clouds
Rainbow fragments
Vanish     Reappear    
Then lengthen and double     
Brushstroking
The reflected mountains
To leave the lake awash
In kaleidoscopic color

Traffic          Noise
              Drowning
Birdsong in discord

Rising with the heat
I stagger to my bed
Anticipating the Peaceful
Batfilled evening

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