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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Jean Ryan


 

Some Days

Some days I don't notice the nuthatch
climbing the cinnamon scales of a pine tree,
or the honeybee paused
on the edge of the birdbath, drinking.
Some days I see only the skim
of a hamburger wrapper floating in the bayou,
a chain link fence studded with plastic bags,
a still gray form in the middle of the road,
justifying despair.
I lose some days entirely,
as if this world can do without me,
as if the way back is not just a few feet away,
where a lime green katydid
the size of a staple is waiting
for my astonishment.