i don't want anyone to get hurt, but wherever he goes he wreaks havoc (he's a renegade, after all), and people do get hurt. two fire trucks were at the obamachron site in the afternoon storm. maybe it was nothing but a false alarm this time, idle know, but mother nature or human hubris gonna trouble the obamachron.

 

we yield, gratefully.

 

 with my legs crossed and arms extended i spin in circles. the same spotted dog who jumped at me last time dances on a slab nearby. storm clouds come out of the tower city and moved across the water south becoming more creaturely as they go.

 i made a nest of white stones in a hole in a concrete block where a pylon was, a place to lay my watering head.

 the obamachron after the summer storm and the fire trucks pass on.

 love a mourning dove.

 tin cloud and memorial hummingbird.