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An August Day – But on What Planet?
An August day of dragging hoses, washing
dishes
Watching hummingbirds while doing the
laundry
Pulling up the last exhausted tomato vines
Feeding the dogs and cats, mowing the
lawns:
The summery hours of heat and work and
sweat
Considering the clouds and praying for
rain
Enjoying the way the light falls on the
grapes
And marveling how green the grass still is
And in the evening a glass of iced tea
And then the news –
What planet are they on?
2 comments:
Really. Your planet sounds lovely.
I fear the District of Columbia - New York Axis has fallen away from Earth, and that the slowly increasing hypoxia is making everyone there bonkers.
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