Punishing the daydream

​Rolling socks into bundles

she sees the neighbor

walk sore backed to his car

idling in reluctance 

her fingers are stiff  and crepe in this unforgiving light

no where to play at wonder or disguise truths

they lie like still catkins on shivered branch

betraying her hope for more time

as leaves first crunch underfoot 

grow soft and willing

melding with breathing earth 

returned and reborn

as all of us

seek more of ourselves

in that quick pique 

punishing the daydream

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