Friday, April 9, 2021

DOG BREATH: 21 DAYS OF POETRY, DAY 11

WELL

Well, what do you say we make this a good day 
it’s the one we have and the birds are already singing, 
the space heater is humming but just for an early hour 
and soon it will warm for the next few months 
and there will be thunderstorms and everything we can have 
and everything we can’t have is in its place, more or less 
and I can smell the smoke from Gates barbeque drifting up the hill, 
merging with lilac bloom, so let’s make this a good day