What Susan Did

And the day subsides to
me and my revolving
thoughts, the sun sufficient
unto itself throws gorgeous
heat at us from a pale
sky - I am under an
umbrella, retreated from
the fight.  Birds all around
keep me company with their
bright chat and the swifts
scream past overhead.  The
world of work a million
light years off:  all that
needless battle, useless, and
thrusting knives.  I have
done with it and all the
sour with their power play.
I cut my lawns today.

One Year Round The Sun
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