Painted Poem #5/21

A Day

You open the day, and look!— an assemblage of what you’ve always

wanted has been given—sunlit hours

with lizards crawling through them.

The frog pond’s improvisational chorus

of hush and croak. Redwoods inch up

toward tomorrow, and the stream

where you decide to rest, though diminished

in dry season, gurgles ever-so faintly on.

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