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Labor Day
Dawn’s creep arrives unnoticed,
camouflaged by dense fog.
Stressed trees,
shed leaves prematurely on this Labor Day,
and in the driveway, I hear Doves enjoying,
their menu for today.
A holiday breakfast of smashed Acorns,
courtesy of our car tires.
This breakfast is served up annualy
by an Oak Tree I planted fifty + years ago.
Forecast is for scattered showers,
but it won’t matter, no cookout planned.
I’ll do what I’m doing and sip cooling coffee
from my favorite “published poet” mug.
It won’t be Myleopathy,
C.K.D., C.H.D that kills me,
It will be all this excitement!!!
Jesus Loves Us!
Copyright ©
Tom Wright
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