Don’t let it slip past you. This moment. This hour.

In morning’s coolness, birds fly and sing. A rusted truck parked in the driveway. Branches cut from a tree. A fence made of wood.

Look around. Sunlight shines on piles of white rocks. A cactus was rained on. Soon, summer’s heat will come.

There used to be a library in town.  But nobody reads anymore. They burned it down. Replaced it with a theater that only shows superhero movies. 

An American flag waves in the breeze. It stands in front of a house on Main Street. A steel pole with a ball atop. Elephant ears planted around it. Soon, autumn will be here.

Don’t let it slip past you. This moment. This hour.