Day 635 March 29, 2022
The End of the Day
The end of the day
is a fragment of feather
resting on the palm
before blowing away
in the cold spring air.
My goodness,
My goodness,
how eager the animals are
to eat a bit of feed,
drink a few throatfulls of water.
When I come home,
When I come home,
I am the same
and cannot wait
to crawl into my bed
and close my eyes.
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