faces in them I see
distorted and elongated
they appear... out of
context they are today
and tomorrow if they
decide to remain...
blue skies aroud me
appear, warmer today
than yesterday and the
trend continues as it
makes light of all my
fall chores... and when
the wasps awaken
as small as a bee are
whisked away like
mixing flour, water, and
eggs in a sky bowl...
heated over foods
prepared days before
provide the smells of my
appetite that lingers from
one day to the next until
all is eaten and more
preparation is needed...
we sit in chairs on porches
pondering without answers
reflecting without understanding
who's to blame for our aging;
tea leaves cover the bottoms
of our coffee cups... the truth
is known to all that clouds
without faces are really seen
as being no clouds at all.
17 November 2021
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