
butterfly bush and bird bath.
Can I remember?
After her tale, it/
was tempting to chant loud and/
long, but we didn’t.
The machine next door/
grinds on and drones loudly, but/
my yawp drowns it out.
When you feel like you/
can’t yawp, then you need to get /
out in to Nature.
I am emersed deep/
in nature. So why am I/
looking at my phone?
It’s the same old land/
but a new perspective and/
view makes it seem new.
Now my lawn mower /
laid bare my backyard, watch my/
wildflowers vanish.
Frogs and fireflies/
plus pink-blue burned skies make me/
glad I came outside.
Creativity/
matters so much that I can/
write on the Sabbath.
When youth have all the/
disadvantages I had/
maybe I’ll listen.