Three Levels

Clouds drift at the whim of the turning earth
while over, through, and around the crystals
an airplane drones on its appointed route.
In southern California.
Gulls soar in the sky
crows flap closeby
sparrows zoom past my eye
In southern California
An ambulence wails its siren
making haste to emergency
to save someone from pain
In southern California.
A big dog howls its sympathy
and not to be outdone
every dog adds its voice
In southern California.
I squint at my laptop screen
thinking, wondering, contemplating
about what else might be seen
In soouthern California.
The temperature could rise a bit
come to me all absorbing sunrays
but not through oncoming clouds
In southern California.
The gas barbeque is heating
hamburgers we’ll soon be eating
starvation now defeating
In southern California.
What pleasures on this patio
dog, son, and family
will indulge in carnal tissue
In southern California.
Naomi Sherer