Earthworms,
legions,
multitudes,
litter the asphalt
like scratches on old celluloid film.
Bradley's rooster
gripping the fencepost
crows
and the next door neighbor
leans out his door to yell,
"Cockle-doodle-do!"
in response.
I tell the hens roosting
in the apple tree
they are silly girls.
Mist falls from the
one-shade-of-gray sky
Another homespun morning
here on South Prairie Lane,
a most splendid beginning.
--c. 2008 KDK
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