an autumn breeze squeezes through
spring windows... air units stilled...
fans silent, their chains dangling
down in plain sight... an inside job
forces us outside into the cool warmth
of the sun... trees bend in appreciation
for the path of the wind whose silence
is destined to repeat itself... uneaten
toast sits on the plate with jam, waiting
for the child's hunger to return, when
its reality is more wasted food... a
momentary glimpse in southern life
from a northern perspective is not
the best possible image to convey
but one that is accurate... spring
leaked into the environment much
too early this year... binding us in
harmony with last year's forecast.
April 30, 2023
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