scenes from a Sunday stroll
an old man hunches over
the engine of his minivan
a young woman with two kids
walks slowly toward the park
a bluebird bursts from a bare tree
strafes the grass, disappears
sunspots on the rocks
at the bottom of a slow creek
the sound of the vulture’s wings
reaches us before the sight
it smells slightly of old pine
at the end of the wooded trail
a slim volume in Polish next to
airport reads in the free library
someone changes a bicycle tire
on the front stoop of their house
a hooded figure in a parka
trudges up a slight incline
a person loads their van
with clear plastic boxes of clothing
Herman Melville’s head
peeks above our mailbox
a greeting from our cat
as we come in the front door
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2 March 2025
Charlottesville VA
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