July 14

It has
secrets today
I hear
nothing but
whispers. The
people talk to
one another
but the human sense
is muted.
That breeze knows.
Does not want speech.
We are under
a blue gray
cloud, roiled into
polyps on its dark
belly. Came in
secretly from the
north and has
something to reveal.
The wind blows warm,
hushed and ready.