Sunlight casted on my ears;
The brown twigs of a tree
Beats on my bay window.
This is unclear for fear
I am searching for a lost tear(s).
The eyelids fluttered;
Lacramel fissure emotes. Mouth muttered.
Something foolish.
I know why branches are wind-
Blown as well as broken …in pieces.
Noise selfish and misses earlobes sent
Kindness.
Partially, lost in consciousness
I munch on brown bacon.
Now, my senses are under arrest:
I wander to the doorway.
Who are the people in the
Garden? Today?
Far too many to count by our
Pond.
Every device outlined. One
Ratchet, one tractor, fertilizer,
Nails and popsicle sticks
Are on the ground.
Part of me seeks to know intent
Outside.
Property awaits me….
After shower, I walked to the
Front stairs.
I rested sitting on the steps.
Except, my interests rose higher into
The heavens. There I am, instep
To watch what is happening.
Brown….I loved….the senses poised. In
Brown fertilized bags poured in
Our garden. What now? Food. No,
Flowers? Why did my family change that?
Brown, all that brown, rakes are
Pulling grassfurrowed aside.
Tractor churns soil over and over
Down each line: Created rows. Hair
Blows in the wind dyed brown
As an appearance of Mother Nature’s earth bed. Sound is
All around me amusing…..
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