Monday, August 19, 2019

Summer Song

Tufts of dry grass

Angry juncos hopping across the pavement
sparring over crumbs

Weeping cherry tendrils
dancing with their shadows

Clouds reflected in a pink dog bowl
decorated with bones

You are not in any of these things.
I'm not sure where you are.

Please come sit with me.
I'm throwing extra letters in the fire
to keep it from going out too soon

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