birds hunt through freshly cut grass searching
spiders rebuild their webs from yesterday
rain clouds slide by to alternate locations
and the days unfolds as possibly memorable...
we listen to sights and sounds, interpreting
what we can... learning from those signs
we cannot... our day begins in the night
when devils are the most diverse providing
light when least expected as it struggles
with what it wants to share... dawn gives
us hope and a new beginning that grows
out from the desire it had tried to resist.
2 August 2022
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