Hour Twenty-Four: Traveling outside my window

Travel with me

 

Through the slits in my blinds

My ever-growing evergreen buries the mailbox

kisses the windowpane

every time the wind blows

 

To the right of the walk

An ancient maple that attacked my roof last spring

When it lost one of its arms

Leaving a hole that dripped with rain

And left a staining mark on the ceiling over my head

 

My sad lawn a spotted green

Holes where the squirrels bury their nuts through fall

And dig up when the trees die

Hanging planter incongruously in the center

A gift from a friend

who chose the spot without my permission

Nothing lives inside

Broken solar lights along the path

 

When winter comes, you’ll find more beauty

In the peaceful snow glowing under the moonlight

 

Exit through the tired and broken

no-longer-gated

no-longer-white

picket fence

 

Look past the dragon house across the street

(The name over the front porch: Dragon Flyte)

The dragon lover that named it has died

But her spirit lingers in the name

 

Beyond, pointing to the heavens

world famous concrete silos that friendly geese call home

 

Look up!

Look up!

Ah!

Joy in the morning sky!

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