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.
