Sitting On The Plaza

Plaza outside mi casita, brick on the grass....gets a little mossy....talking to mi compadres

about bad weather and dogs this time...luckily the phone rings and breaks the train of thought

so we all have a chance to see if we really like what we're talking about...but the rain has paused for now...no telling how long that now will be....and, in the end, the conversation proves to be like all the others...a temporary relief of pressure on the soul time to check out things and see what's

next.