Now that I'm sure 
all contests are over
(no one to tally my merits, 
not even me)
What do I have but this day
and its sounds?
Trees dripping from recent rain, 
blackbirds at the pond,
towhees and turkeys, 
sparrows and mourning doves, 
others whose names I don't know
What do I have but this day
and its learnings,  steps on the ground 
through the rain loosened mud,
things we will build, and things that will wash away,
What do I have but this day?
©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2020
 
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