In the saturated sun flowered day
I wake
at 4
feed the cats
sleep again til 7
open the curtains to direct sun
walk on the deck
the trumpet vines are blooming
and the snails raise their heads
a garden that goes on its own
"low maintenance"
like everything this summer
"low key"
as another day begins
a song in my heart
thinking of You.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
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