Appreciation
Balmy. Those few yellow leaves
against the milky sky
the day after
Thanksgiving I?m giving
thanks for—
not much
to give, just sitting here,
that costs me nothing.
The world of faded backyard
pickets
where sparrows like to perch
keep on
regardless of, oblivious to,
my gratitude. And I also,
regardless of
how much, or little,
I appreciate,
over time.
Copyright © 2004 Joseph Somoza
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