Rob Schackne #61 - Diary

Diary


Today diary says meet
public confession in park
we repair to a sweet bench
only a few clouds above

Lawn mowers return
before the seed is spent
a bird lands 5 feet away
pollens insist we listen

All is come upon
the mistake of frenzy
the way we clean up after
the redoubt of small things

See the birds see the tree
I see dogs sniffing me
flowers wait for two weeks
until they smell glorious

Damn near everything
I feel is gathering now
the weather will worsen
I know less than this.