June 28th
a flourish of birdsongs
the new sun glows
through haze in the sky
i stand behind the house
a day of my becoming
something more
or less of myself
a moment of reflection
a poem of mine
longs to be written
line and verse
this day
when everything
is ending
everything begins
Copyright © Mike Bayles | Year Posted 2023
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