Panoramic of Late Morning

​Panoramic of Late Morning

A black dog saunters, tagged,
across the street
to sniff the ground.
A bell strikes the first toll
when a procession from altar
to grave begins:  the mortal
condition does not favor independence.
Some man sprints across the street;
the tolling hastens with him…God save
souls who claim it has all already been said.
More leaden circles dissolve,
ringing the twelfth hour.
Tears fall while another lunch
crowd rises and subsides. The breeze
cascades to wind, and leaves
alight to rain down.
Soon, an owner calls the name
of a wayfairer.