The Rogue Nun
Beginning another day off
with coffee on the porch,
preparing to take him for his paracentesis,
trying to find comfort however one can,
and watch a clot of cars push
and honk and swerve
as parents drop their children at school.
May 10, 2016
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Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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