despite the lushness
of mist-cloaked May,
and the blackbirds yesterday,
vociferous in evening sun
I've been treating my mind like a library
of books already read,
feeling no urge
to look at them again
Perhaps more fruitfully
my mind can act as blackbird,
evening sun calm
along my wings.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2022
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