Today I'm resting, so I'm posting a poem I worked on in early June before I began my daily postings. Hope you like it. Have a good rest of your Independence Day.
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An hour earlier in the day
the lovers slept; her mouth
sealed, nostrils flaring slightly,
his leg slung across the back of her legs,
stubble of his barely risen beard showing red.
An hour earlier in the day
the swans in Howland Pond
had not yet raised their heads
wearing wreaths of duckweed around their necks,
their coronets all accounted.
An hour earlier in the day
the church group chaperones were kissing
loved ones goodbye and shepherding the choir
through the gate, the ramp to the plane
shuddering beneath their weight.
An hour earlier in the day
I had been planning to call my father
to tell him, as I had the night before, I love you.
And my sister had not called me.
I had not served roasted chicken, salad, bread.
An hour earlier in the day
a coyote had not yet fed her young,
bringing up the half-digested flesh
of my cat when her pups yipped in hunger.
And hour earlier in the day
tourists at Ayers Rock
had posed for one another,
the round shadows of their hat brims
hiding their faces in midwinter’s midday sun.
And no one knew the time.
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