the silence is broken
by my friend wren's
chirping
consistent and persistent
making my oatmeal
tastier
and the inevitable climb
up the stairs of self employment
more laborious
I revel in sixty
soon to be eighty
soon to be ninety
A clanky trailer
rattles the road
interrupting morning perfection
a song poorly ended
Reminder of inevitable
hot days in my attic
I love this!
ReplyDeleteThe upwards climb of self-employment wreaks havoc on the knees, I can tell you from experience.