could there ever be
a day less fine than today?
a daily mantra
could there ever be
a day less fine than today?
a daily mantra
morning mist lingers
between close trees, distant hills
bird song and traffic
On the common path
shared tales of dogs now parted
and those at our sides
A man, breathy clouds,
running feet on narrow path
my masked face, held breath
Published in Route 57 Issue 17, 2021 “Masks” https://routefiftyseven.wordpress.com/poetry/
Rescued dog now sleeps
belly up, floppy limbs, a
cat snuggled beside
A sinuous cat
alseep in langourous dream
ears twitch, eyes flicker
Your humanity
warms me. When competition
goes, appreciate
Socially distant
a colleague smiles through video
children by his side
In the darkest glade
an owl with death on her mind
glides on soundless wings
What I love in you
are those little things that are
just you, only you
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