Ellipsis (in Brazil) Who, when thoughtful, doesn’t look up at the sky? Just now it’s blue with fresh white cumuli; later it may rain. I see a black dot going round in a thermal, way up high, is it paper, or a plastic bag, or just a mote in my eye? I look again. Oh, it’s a vulture searching for food, doing its thing, — and there are two more! I look higher and see several others, three, no four! I wonder what’s going on. The muse nudges me with a poem, so I write, and, feeling thoughtful, I look up at the blue and the white, but the dots are gone… Philip Dunkerley