This afternoon is quiet

Boreas has ceased to blow his chill wind
and our seething Notus sets to sun warmth,

again dragon toes flex hoary yellow claws
free from fresh buttery youth feet but, gasp,

there is sadness too when leafy greens hide
the truth that grasps on every private breath.

Looking for a leafy vein that explains it all but the
pavement only throws up joke cracks at this time.

There's always a repave when macadam crackles.