tease out what I think

I know

from what is here

right in front of me.

the odor of a pine.

a black plastic bag

raggedly torn,

disgorging a musty yellow cascade

of last year's fallen leaves

to the dry earth.

a dove hoo hoo

hoo, away

off away in the distance.

an acid clear morning

like no other.

this clear morning

holding me in thrall.

5/23/2021