The AC Doesn’t Work, Thank God

Beth and Mark, 

 

what orchestrates the seasons, befalls the mind, in sister motions

the solitude, life in amber – winter, sympathizer to the tired man

nursing the blooming regularity of aroma       home, soup, coffee, firewood, Wool blanket draped over couch

the sport of listening is well practiced

exercise .. patience

green proves itself to be a color again

a seed lays dormant until an environment conduces germination – In Israel Scientists Find a Palm That Sprouted From a 2,000-Year-Old Seed

laugh with the crow and recognize

then, legs pumping, efficiency efficiency

second nature becomes first nature

 so much to say always

sunset, juice of the rind

 

 

spellcheck scolds "the repeating word,"

but there is comfort in strict ritual

 

 

- Mac B

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