Broken Peace
it is a quiet afternoon
the mind unspooling
into lethargy
post prandial serenity lapping
at peaceful shores
now easing my way
into the garden
dead-head roses
prune the over eager
feeling well
in a loosely-strung way
my dog
threads my legs
playfully
perhaps wanting to make me tip
off balance
but I am centered
the minor antics
of the too energetic
only a buzzing distraction
but now the hound
is barking and chasing a squirrel
kicking up flustered clusters
of sparrows
doors slam and neighbors yell
there’s a ballyhoo in the backyard
I turn to exit the scene
not even trying
to stay damn well calm
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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