He watches the dune grass wave at him as he sits
looking out the window. It is moving a little
faster now that it is late September, as if it
is trying to warm up, grabbing at the rays of
sun that hit it horizontally from the east,
as if the grass is beckoning the sun to hurry
up and move straight overhead and stand still
like in the Bible for the entire winter so
when the snow comes, the sun would melt it
right away and the grass could stand tall
and continue to wave at the man who by then
would be standing on the balcony looking out
at the pool and the neighbor, originally from
New York, but having moved to Phoenix twenty-
some years ago, waving at him from the hot tub
with the Western sun straight overhead intense
with heat as if it were standing still.