18 April 2016

view from the deck floor

plane flies close to the moon
birds and frogs check in

summer breeze rattles winter 
bare bones of trees
unencumbered by new growth

clouds drift by at different
speeds at different heights

tiny bugs dance between me 
and the sky      the sun sets
with little fanfare and the moon
grows brighter

can anyone 
ever do just 
one thing

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