Hear me broom
the porch steps
clear of leaves
and observe
the futility
as the desert winds
swirls them back.
My waking cup
this morning
is Cabernet Sauvignon,
sipped while sitting
on the porch glider,
my feet propelling me
gently fore and back,
with brown leaves
crunching under my shoes.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney
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