Tuesday

Pushing and curling through soft breeze's rush,
Screen-free the news is the turn of a leaf.

Silence, a freeway forgot to believe

Here below foliage in isolate hush.

A bird not seen in these parts many a year

Screen-free the choose of its ardent song.

The reports of rain are weak front, then strong.

Sunshine headline news, or so it appears.

I whisper the tune from a scratchy disc

Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day,

The park one person, with dog all a-frisk.

Screen-free the news not a soul in the street,

Air cleaner than anything I think to say

Yesterday, then today, again, then repeat.