before my exertion -
put down some rhythmic platitudes -
not untrue, except in how they felt
But now I'm here
under the house
learning the lessons of humility
amid the insulation dust,
wielding my knife and my learning curve -
not much to say about it
Last night we watched virga at sunset,
talked until it turned from dark pink
to dark gray,
watched the almost full moon get brighter,
said good night
far later than we planned to.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 23, 2021
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