Between brief sallies, a damselfly hides on sunlit leaves, its eyes just protruding over the edge but its position given away by its shadow.
Dave Bonta
Friday June 22, 2018
The dog and her entourage of flies. In the deep shade beside the wall, one clump of myrtle leaves is pure white, like a school of cave fish.
Thursday June 21, 2018
A huge contrail X moves slowly toward the south. The dog sleeps in a patch of sun, deaf to a magpie scolding from the wall.
Wednesday June 20, 2018
A cat watches me from the depths of the mock orange tree. The birds are elsewhere, and silent, having begun singing around 4:00 a.m.
Tuesday June 19, 2018
Spider mites zoom around the table, cartoonish as creatures in an old-fashioned video game. A helicopter crosses the sky’s one patch of blue.
Monday June 18, 2018
The feral cat places its feet just so, peering down at the base of the wall where seven sunflowers have just been liberated from their pots.
Friday June 15, 2018
The fallen mock orange petals attract flies, as if they were the corpses of amorphous cherubs. A blue tit fledgling’s squeaky demands.