The trees nod “yes”to

the oncoming breeze

then change their course

and shake their leaves “no”.

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Among the many

a few stand out, not because

they’re loud, but because they’re true.

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The porch, swept clean,

is visited by puzzled birds

and squirrels who come

to dine. At least there’s seed

upon the rail so it won’t be long

before things get back

to their customary disorder.

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Sometimes it’s like that:

dark clouds, chilly wind, gray day.

Then Knox bounds up

and drops a new stick,

inviting  me to toss the gray away.

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Singing in the rain

is not my style, but I’m

learning to walk

and not complain.

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The stories we construct

can expand horizons

or collapse possibilities.

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When I refused to get up,

Knox rallied the cats on his behalf.

After listening to their plaintive cries,

I crawled out of bed with a sigh.

 They guided me to the kitchen

where all  three

felt the need to supervise

their breakfast preparation.

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