Rooftop Scene

Atop the building   wind moves
                  thru the lolling leaves

an idling sun   is barely seen
                  thru bluegray clouds

somewhere   the bell of a church is ringing
                          life's serene

I guess   the traffic roars like an ocean
                          muffled lauds

O honking horn of worship
                  horn of lazy hurry

the red of blossoms   festival
                    in kitschy planters

two black umbrellas stand
                amid the chairs & tables

I sit alone   this August evening
                        one gull enters


washington dc
this loosely follows the form and feel of shi
(a classical Chinese poem, most typically in 8 lines)