Sitting inside
my bedroom window seat
back towards gray cat scratching blue silk pillow
I watch
the empty street beneath.

Rain
sizzles against hot, dusty windows.
Folding long, brown legs
I rests fragile hands
on smooth naked thighs.
Miniature grandfather ticks
on the mantle.

The earth smells of honeysuckle mingles
with fresh strawberries sitting
on a white pine table
while I drink Chinese tea with fresh orange slices.