Saturday, August 12, 2017

Saturday

The farmer's market,
in this town, home for nine filled years, 
of birth and death,  

was acquaintance, even friend
filled ,  this summer day
without children.

A quiet tension fills

a life

I notice is my own
to
claim, 

gardening,
writing, cooking,
swimming,  camping, 
biking, hiking 

l alone

or

shared by 
large or 
small

 owls hoot, woodpeckers tap, 
angel calls, coyotes howl, dragonflies, 

mosquito bites

my life .

gkn Aug.2017

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