Wish You Were . . .
Seems not remarkable, one more day.
A day to watch the borning sun chase a lazy mist.
A day to hear soft words over morning cups.
A day to parcel out the day’s best chores.
A day to watch purposed puttering at daily tasks.
One more day not remarkable on this shore?
It would fill my earth, my hope of heaven and fling
Itself to the far universe to rest with all the stars.
(for Katie Belle)
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the most unremarkable days
are so remarkable.
your dedication (for Katie Bell)
brought me into this poem’s
crystal sound
Your last line reminds me of Yeats’ “When You Are Old”
the ordinary, wrapped in the cape of a poetic superhero…. this poem speaks of both