Windows sneezing past the trees. 
Other flowers streak past with snarls. 
Vitality of descending moment,
springs forth prior to the receding dusk. 
A woman cleans her garden terrace. 
Rehearsing for the next guests’ visit. 
But then she left. 
A boy jumps to a swing chair,
catches up with a butterfly breeze. 
He wondered and asked,
could you help, if she is left there?
Gesmoi’s solo bark has no echos. 
And then recedes silently. 
Prior to his hind-paw stretch steadily. 
Gesmoi’s barking voice is lasting. 
Long breath after a finger click. 
Dismount and leave the garden ride,
day dream.