Sunday, April 25, 2010

Poem-a-day - April 24

Today's prompt: Write about evening
when the earth turns
away from the sun
towards tomorrow
when the birds unruffle
their feathers, let their last song
float into purple air
when the to dos are checked off
and you can settle down
with a glass of chardonnay and a book
when the children are asleep
and the dishes gleam
in the rack on the sink
when the insistent sun
yields to the gentle moon
and nothing is required of you
when all that is possible
has been considered
and you can turn the calendar page.


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