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Sitting
Oct 16, 2020
My daughter wakes each morning and still sits
with me on the bench smelling of sleep.
A panicked lone finch looks
for family in a sky the size of its panic.
Two cottontails freeze when our eyes meet.
They spend so much time waiting
like the mulberry tree that holds its breath
for a chainsaw only to return year after year.
I tell the ants to get off my feet. They do not listen.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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