Why I water flowers
in the downpour, in my housecoat,
is the question all the gossips
in the building want to answer.
Why I wear sad soggy slippers
when the ice still coats the railing,
why I’m dripping and deranged
as the petunias on my deck.
The gossips in the building think
I watch them through the windows,
they forget without my glasses
I am blind. Don’t they know
the early morning is the only time
the birds sing, the only time
the wind blows, before the city
noise drowns out the day?
published in May 2023 Issue 86 Spread, republished on Contemplate
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