SALICACEAE, Willow family
We marvel at a line of Lombardy poplars to the southwest. Improbably tall, they take up more of the sky then the firs and sequoias that dot the horizon. We estimate their height: the three-story house beneath is dwarfed.. are they 70 feet tall? 90?
Our view is of the west hills as we eat dinner on the roof this evening. This image, of home and peace, I hold in my mind for the next two weeks. Swallows and jet trails crisscross the sky. I can’t see the mountains but know that they are there.
The reflective silver paint of the roof smudges our feet. We drink wine from little tin cups, bought for this purpose in another dusk, different rooftop, other west hills. Balancing plates as we cautiously navigate the fire escape, ducking under the Ailanthus we descend back into the warm apartment.