Our home is a pale shade of blue,
one you might find looking west in the spring
minutes after sunrise,
or in a robin’s egg whose green tints
have been replaced by gentle grays.
It was once a deep red,
more readily apparent in recent years
from the street-facing, sun-bleached southern side,
where spots of peeling and chipping have grown
past neighborly size,
reflecting the same inertia
that has kept me from replacing
the almost imperceptibly dripping basement pipe.
I peel an orange –
the fruit itself is disappointing and dry;
my son pushes the lawnmower
back and forth across the lawn,
glancing to me each time he makes a turn.
It’s the first time I’ve stood back so far.
Beautifully crafted, beginning to end.
Thank you, my friend.
Thanks for this wonderfully zen little verse. It is good to read and to see in my mind, and to think about. Warm wishes, Tasha
So wonderful to hear from you, Tasha! I hope you are well ~
Well,happy and productive. Who could ask for more? Thanks for asking, Tasha
excellent; good to hear from you
thank you…it’s going to come back…eventually…