Oddly weary, today, my brain flickered
previews of impending disaster . . .
reminders of my own dullness
against life's acute edge. But there was
no flat tire, no crunch of metal
on metal (or worse)--only a usual day
sprinkled with maple seed wings
and surprised with a flash of laughter
to laughter in the park. Going home,
I heard the tick of drops against evergreen boughs
and inhaled the first scent of summer rain.
previews of impending disaster . . .
reminders of my own dullness
against life's acute edge. But there was
no flat tire, no crunch of metal
on metal (or worse)--only a usual day
sprinkled with maple seed wings
and surprised with a flash of laughter
to laughter in the park. Going home,
I heard the tick of drops against evergreen boughs
and inhaled the first scent of summer rain.
But oh, the exceptional grace of that "usual" day! Thank you, as always, for sharing your fine work. (And the reader is glad that those ostensible prefigurements of doom were evanescent and unprophetic!)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Thomas!
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