Morning Decks & Decorum
Fresh cut blades
of green grass stacked
on yards like neighborhood
houses. Awakens my olfactory
senses. Feeling
squishiness of the piled
high hill dancing in spring
coolness between my toes.
Dew mistiness chills the morning
cold. Cursing my forgotten
jacket haunting
out the door. Spring
breeze blowing in
my curly coil sepia
hair, absorbing ECO gel,
spongy as my vintage fingers
adorn it. Hold. Fresh
cut grass reminds me
of 52 Pick Up tossing
like cards and confetti
tussling down on
my head,
my hair,
my neck. Resting
on my shoulders
landing and celebrating
my life, not green
with envy, the old
is gone. Now anew
there's always a way;
hope springs eternal. Dew
mistiness chill
the morning, rousing
my soul, bold!
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