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just a whistle

Posted to Action Poetry

a grackle whistles
the dogs pay no heed
sun shines through
the broken blinds

a new, fresh day
washed and clean
starts me up now
errands await
a timeline clothesline
of undone chores

listening to the grackle
outside my window
you painting words
across my mind
i can whistle and work