A mild clear night
after a warm day
of genuine Spring.
Down the front steps
I’m accompanied
by one of my cats.
Our street is quiet,
the three-quarter moon
high in the eastern sky.
Under my arm I carry
a bundle of old papers
for the recycle bin.
Brave Andrew!
He has thrown out
all his student notes.
He is in a waning phase
already, reducing
his circumference.
My slimming program
is succeeding, but
now my curves grow fuller.
In the moonlit garden
the tomatoes end
and the cacti plump.
Moon journal: 11
Lovely...
ReplyDeleteThanks for talking us on your walk.
Glad you enjoyed it, Evelyn.
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