AboutHow Easy it is to Forget
Sometimes I forget how much the garden calms me.
How the steady sag of branches in virgin woods
wait patient for my arrival.
Or a bird, perhaps, circling overhead with speed so quick,
it registers still on white sky.
I fill my time with clouded city wash
and leaden town circles.
my heart accepts all things as whole.
And when it is time to go back inside
I will return, clup clup, the same way I came out,
up the crumpled, molding route,
round the back steps
that have just passed on.
- Charlotte Capogna
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