filling good will bowls
i drag hose
uphill
at daybreak,
shower purple
bees balm,
a rainbow
of zinnias.
but mostly
fill brightly
colored goodwill
ceramic bowls
found for 4.99,
2.99, .99. stately
bowls that once
held stately
salads, soups
for stately
people– now
hold fresh water
for bird baths
so their
beats, chirps,
purty voices
can go on.
so i can live
vicariously
via their
songs.
live
at all.
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Very nice poem. Love your last sentence and the way the form keeps me moving through the poem.
I love this poem – the picture you create with your words and the line breaks are a delight.