another sun day
of watching the sparrows
eating and chattering,
drinking from the bird
bath, little black
eyes gleaming on tilty heads

again the green but few
flowers: not enough water
and none left to hand
to swell the buds and
juice the pinks, lilacs

later, in the cooler dusk
my man arrived, fresh
and smiling
from the usual long drive
on hot roads

a weekend ahead
full of shared hours
and lazybeds

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