A Week Winds Down
A week winds down
a tight spring unwound
Hours of non-stop motion
fraught with emotion...
The sun's glare softens
emerges a pale moon
The day lingers long
in the middle of June...
Shadows stretch across the lawn
dancing waters of sprinklers on
A car pulls up. A man gets out and smiles
wipes his forehead dry, and is gone
I watch in wonder.
Where is his stress?
And what would he have seen
if he'd been watching me
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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