paperbark tree leans too far
toward the green-top pond
blocking the woodchip path
so we turn three dogs
to the path less walked
where the morning glory
wends out over dry limbs
in the bush, tangling
the Jack Russell's legs
as she squats to shit.
it's the little events
that make our days
here in anorther late spring
life mixing the known
with the unexpected
new and old meshing
to joy our calendar
to fill our daily narrative
--
Andrew
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