The afternoon is easy to love
walking just so between displays of
the middling and spectacular
Desire is natural as the light
down the hall or So. Cali’s June gloom
daring us to wander deep in
urgency and twitches to
interrupt lunch or shopping or
other busy difficulties like flossing
Consider higher aspirations, the
clock counsels like the trill-a-ree of
a red winged blackbird or the
patch of clover along the fence
Clamor and glamour all at once
it’s the afternoon, easy to love
I find afternoons to be bittersweet. I loved your “trill-a-ree” description of the birds song. That’s something I have trouble describing.
Thank you!