Poem For The Day

Sun’s light filters through falling leaves

when I take my body into the light

the shadows dance, and the birds keep eating.

They must take their long trip, their journey.

Spiders are winding it up too, and all the bee creatures

in summer I have to be so careful with.

And dare I speak to weeds, so sparse now I’m not even

thinking about them. All summer I counted time by the weeds.

How long until my next pull. Will I get one week or two? Same for grass.

Now there is so much time not to pull weeds and cut grass

I’m not even thinking about it. Funny about that.

Am I forgetting something?

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