My view from the
deck
On a Sunday
afternoon—
A green canopy
A small hummingbird
Flits from tree to
tree above
Gathering nectar
Bird songs fill the
air
Louder than distant
traffic
Trills and chirps
abound
A book on my lap
Reading is sweet
luxury
Today I indulge
Husband rakes the
lawn
Of the windstorm’s destruction
I watch from my
chair
Subdue a strong
urge
To rise and be
productive
Just sit and let be
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