Some Days, seemingly all the days
There is perfection in the grass
golden light vanishing into blue
pale sky
touch of wind
no hint of humans
no fences
nor power lines
there are distant cities
somewhere people fighting someone’s war
a boy secreting his father’s shot gun
because it is there
some other child’s parents will cry out
“When will it ever end?”
behind another hill
a solitary woman prepares herbs
wolves find solace together
black widow spider from last year
makes herself at home on my porch
somehow we are safe together
#NaPoWriMo
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