If I scan

The panorama

of a Sabbath afternoon

when the Jubilee day

restores from deficit

the world’s weights

had planned for me,

I am unable to pick a point.

Between budding branches

and the one napping to my right.

And while tired eyes may look and miss

the finch’s nest,

the old man’s bike,

and the neighbors’ afternoon on the lawn,

Eyes refreshed in the well

of Saturday harmonies

and a well placed porch-sofa

See it all as it is.

Jubilee for a soul once fading


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