In the spirit of being present...
Saturday morning still in my robe
neighbors obscured by newly leafed out trees across the back border of my lawn
Sun on my face, cool breeze brushing my skin
Instant coffee in my red cup
Quiet dog lying at my feet on the cool cement patio
Robin red breast hops into the yard
Pulls a wiggly worm from the earth hidden beneath tall blades of green
Looks at us sideways to make sure we are still
Hop, hop, hop through the grass cut yesterday
He looks again
We are still
Hop, hop, hop
Hop, hop, hop
He flies away
We are still
You can follow me on Twitter where I am somewhat less thoughtful: @CeceliaHalbert
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