Building Mount Rushmores
fly past – some with sound systems –
on East Coast Seabreezes!
I watered to temp wet ire;
grey promise moves noisomely*.
- (And for a second straight day such threat-n-promise routine – this time with propitiation of watering-before-rain – has yet to bear fruit. A few flies and a mosquito or seven billion, but not a useful drap of God’s browsweat see I.)