12/9/2012 Dave Bonta December 9, 2012 A flat-gray sky. Train whistles and quarry noise travel up the hollow, accompanying two overlapped umbrellas, one black, one white.
9/29/2012 Dave Bonta September 29, 2012 From up behind my parents’ house, some vaguely melodic notes: a blue jay? Or my father whistling as he hangs out the laundry?