i jump out of bed.
under my foot is a dead lizard….
it was not my foot fall that took this life, though had he been alive it surely would have.
he was the gift of an unhappy cat – lets leave it at that…
Barking shakes the house as road workers and telephone personnel
find themselves at cross purposes –
communication is down all around.
as i try to sit,
i see the small one beside me gazing at the sweet gum tree.
The leaves all gone,
the branch but the spiny ball of future hope.
the seeds of love are here.