Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate,
but I can't
really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
,
I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
