Today's poem is by Timothy Dodd

Late Morning
       

I see the bluegill are brighter, the cardinals' beaks
toughened, the forest thick with growth and smells.

It's a fine day, the tapestry of light and shade, color,
energy and evolution, decay. Pristine, the world this

day escapes calendars, this day hundreds of years
after I've departed, we've all departed, the earth now

spared of our talons. None of us remain to remember
the others' grave or clear the chickweed now covering

our tombs, but the kingfisher rattles on and under all
the growth an old smile rests salivating in richer soil.

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from Twelve Mile Review
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