11/28/12
Creekbed Day
she really works for her supper.
all day long worry about the little ones.
waking her deep sleeps.
every day is its own.
a sunrise and a sunset.
dusk and dawn.
the day makes sense.
seasons too.
changes are evident and recurring.
a week and a month are man made.
all the days already named.
named before they arrived.
it is a tradgedy.
i want to name my days.
yesterday was creekbed day.
the previous, follow the sun.
today, maybe earning applause.
but she does awake.
and works.
works to keep that spark.
breathing in heavy.
his enthusiatic row.
sleep is easy now.
her work is complete.
hopefully he's been tamed.
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