The day smiles
with no sun glasses
I’d not noticed you
testing
the hands converting shoulders
tired of temperance
at surface snow/rain
inches/degrees of temptation
debris of winter businesses
under the cool sun
stopped seeing it as disaster
eye to eye signature
we say:
this or better, we’re grateful
wet or dried
when a silica sand
in withered asphalt
the pavement isn't slippery
our numb/wild joints stiff
jumping jacks & jello help
release the blocked flow
feel our aggregates & wheels?
some pain relief, at least
we alive,
breath satisfyingly
recording
trembling voice mixed with
delta music for insomnia
slight accent
don’t disturb
frozen ears & eyes
looking wide open to distant wall
with new window-screen
kids game
screech-screaming after the school
what a music for soul after 24/7
heater’s ommm….
we deaf …loudly
call each other
on barbarian languages
send messages different
from
urban smelled porches
for leaf on the tree
not by misfortune
growing
here,
now flowed away…
that another life
waiting for friends
going on…
pleasant messages
the winds channel
at Sunday’s brunch
for local crows
such release…
I’m here too,
smell…breathe…through
Sunday's Whirligig #46 by MMT
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