Another Day - Oct. 4, 2024

clean page

fresh morning

new sunshine

and the concrete saw

next door grinds away

billowing dust over my fence

two million years ago

if the cave next door

was doing a remodel

it meant the thud and scrape

of boulders rolling back and forth

with the wife barking

honey can you push it over there

wait . . . no . . . . try over there . . .

clean page

fresh morning

new sunshine

poem for another day