Isolation sonnet, 12

So it’s officially fall this morning as I fire up the ol’ laptop
but take a moment to step out on the deck to see my breath
and notice several small flies clinging to the house siding
I presume trying to keep from freezing in the chill while

out across the grass in a vague patch of early sun
a rabbit’s hunched and still with sharp antennae cocked
to listen for what I presume would be the latest predator news
then darts away suddenly seemingly inexplicably until I too see

a woman clad all in black tracksuit except for the white cap
and blonde ponytail coming up the street with a strange gait
like a film of someone running slowed down to two-thirds speed
with every step almost pausing like it will leave her suspended

crazily in the cold, mid-