My Day, Harvested

a park without paths

what’s found on suburban walk

(streets that go nowhere)

while waiting for drugs

and our last inkling of hope

after surgery

solution? make pies

because the rhubarb is fresh

sour and sweet

just like today’s sun

that came in late, not too hot

gold-baked perfection

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