Lunchtime

Some local tomatoes with a sprinkle of salt and pepper. Lunch, from the Borough Hall farmer’s market. While I was outside, I couldn’t fail to notice the completely blue sky. Beautiful. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen, except for thin white slivers of contrails coming from the south. I've always thought they looked like razor cuts across the skin of sky. And, as artificial clouds, they contribute to global warming by trapping heat in the atmosphere, especially at night. We're taking the poetry out of everything.