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- abandoned
- absence of light
drizzle shower
gentle drops, arriving individually
one-by-one, welcome
dot-dot-dotting the windshield
until my car picked up speed
down our steep Ihrig Road
splats now, group onslaught
across the width of the window
warranting wipers turned on
at least on delay
Stringtown Road asphalt blackened
nursery plants perking
maple leaves less dusty
soil between vast rows richer brown
mama osprey straddling her chicks
in the nest to feed them
as though providing shelter
as well as sustenance
waiting to recover
a gentle day, not too hot, not too cold
enough sun to nurture the weeds
and the flowers, though they grow
more slowly and needing more care
i grit my teeth wanting to tend
the blooming iris and mow the too-
tall grass but i need to allow
myself to heal
i have experience in jumping
back into activity too soon
and long prolonging recovery
balance and poise
are not easy to achieve