it's monday, meaning an early rise for
me and the street cleaners-
spinning,
counter clockwise,
turning the leaves
to mulch
when discovered
liable. but i'm not a hugger.
or i wish i wasn't.
and, if the trees hold their breath in winter,
we certainly can. for as long as it takes
to burn up what was covered-
and then, i guess we'll
breathe the difference.
or breathe only on mondays, like my car does,
because its doing fine.
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breath easy,
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glad to see you in, Happy Potluck!
Very interesting write. well done and thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteI love this. It's just...lovely.
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