And let them cool and settle,
Into one. Who listened to this day?
What has this day spoken?
I’m not sure that I am listening
Well enough, as I look back on
The trail of today and look at the things,
Things I left on the trail; Things
I was supposed to pick up and didn’t.
I look at the creatures that poked
Poked their head out at me like voices from
From ‘Animal Farm’ in a barnyard fashion. I
Look at the angels, the ones who
Smiled and shed laughter into
The dewy grasses and aged moss.