Words in the evening

I made my way through the list of appointments this week. The yard is still not weeded. Still, every time I go outside there are one or two plants which catch my eye. They curve in an appealing way. There is a stray rosebush branch reaching toward the back door. There is something with heart-shaped leaves that reaches to the front door. 

Words in the evening.

Too much to do

This morning.

The words had to wait

For the sun to sink,

The kitten to sleep,

The laundry

To be halfway done.

Words in the evening

I wonder whether the bats

Will slide through the sky

Tonight

As the sun hangs

By its fingernails

Only to give up

Only to finally give over

To night.