Wednesday, May 15, 2013

One a day

When I think about it, everything comes one at a time: clients, flower petals, even me.  

Sometimes clients
One a day.
This is a one-a-day week.
Hardly a way
To make a living,
A life,
Or maybe it is:
My life,
Today I watch the crabapple
Shower petals.
I prepare for my own
One-a-day conversation
At ten o’clock.
I focus on the rain
Of petals
The reign of petals
My own singular
Once a month
Sometimes things come
Once a day
Once a month
Like clockwork.
Sometimes they pour.

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