scooping dirt like clockwork
there are sunflower seeds
wrapped in paper towel inside
plastic sandwich bag
stowed away in kitchen drawer
above in cabinet canister of coffee
frequently removed from shelf
one or two scoops taken from within
right around sunrise
placed back nonchalantly
eventually container goes empty
the scoop left to its own devices
seeds still seemingly forgotten
dying to be found again
january two thousand eighteen
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these objects convey sadness and loss. love it.
I would tend to agree, though not sure what exactly is going on. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Margaret.
reclamation and rebirth poems…love them
not all routines are for the greater good
i would venture to suggest that little is to the greater good.