Tuesday, May 20, 2014

As we age, clarity wanes 
edges of sound and sight soften;
even memory dims. . .
the answers
are neither black nor white,
unless we cover our ears
and stop, refuse to listen.


The ducks descend
on the compost pile,
throwing off its straw cozy
to get to their steaming
pot of worms.

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