This chocolate Lab at my feet
nuzzles the faded leather shoes
I’ve kicked off
free at last from the tasks
and the weight of a forgotten day.

Typing on the dusty keyboard
I consider this moment,
the man blowing leaves off
a neighbor’s roof,
his face casual,
as if it's no bother to work
at a forty-five degree angle.

Closer by I see my geranium
slowly rotating, dying on its hook,
and the first bluebird of Spring
sitting red breasted on a fence
the color of dirty cream,
a wonder unseen for near two years.

All this
as my dog sighs
content for the light
twinkling through the blinds
and the scent of a friend.

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