Zenith
Fog in the morning
Wet leaves covering the ground
The sound of a crow
Lovers lingering in bed
Comfortable with each other
Touching the window
A branch of the apple tree
Covered with blossoms
He returns to his report,
His boss wants it on Friday
Trucks on the highway;
Office supplies, groceries,
Food, furniture, clothes . . .
"After you go to the gym,
Could you pick up a movie?"
On Sunday morning,
In the church's parking lot,
Empty spaces
Underneath a spacious sky
A family gathering
Beneath the oak trees
Sheltered from the steady heat
And the constant glare
The strength of the July sun
As it reaches its zenith
Bright white drifts of weeks-old snow
Covered with many footprints
Under the full moon
A rabbit stops to listen
Before vanishing
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