it was one smoky morning,  after coffee set the tone,  just across the river the whole world disappears,   becoming nothing,  farther than my eyes can see  nothing.   outside, our fossil- fuel devouring chariot sits.  waiting.   we want to go nowhere very much.  on a day like this, we want to  sit and sulk.  in smoke we helped create.   allysum in their garden helps,  cheer things up.  like butterflies we can't see  in all the smoke.