straw colored seed heads
in the warm light of dusk

winds rush, then settle
thoughts drown
in earth’s ujjayi

little heads bob along

look! skeletons!
of summer’s aphid-infested flowers
remembering ladybugs we once cared for so thoughtfully

one littte head wonders “what do aphids doooo?”
he is looking for poetry
not answers

i dig deep to meet him
it is hard work
lifting myself from my mind


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