Orchestrated Chaos

Beginning another day off
with coffee on the porch,
preparing to take him for his paracentesis,
trying to find comfort however one can,
I sit
and watch a clot of cars push
and honk and swerve
   as parents drop their children at school.


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Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.