It’s All Going

Lightweight breezes wing the morning
Toward a windy afternoon.
That’s the way it goes in this town.

A golden-haired girl in the sun
Holds a lawn statue on her lap,
Cleaning off grass the mowers left.

That’s the way it goes in this life.
An odd detail. A quiet day.
Pleasant winds forecast to strengthen.

A few lawns over, a mower
Roars beside the invisible highway,
And house finches sing in the breeze.