Lee Evans

Outside my window
rhododendrons blooming;
bees browsing busily;
unseen distant lawnmower’s music
merging with the airplane
that drowns birds’ sounds.

Last night outside my window
as I lay sleeping,
two trees were struck by lightning--
but my dreams were undisturbed.

Grass ankle deep
and covered with dew,
each drop reflecting dreams
of universes old and new.