Serenade harvesting pears from my backyard I feel wealthy      glowing gold      the sun hangs in the branches turning from its bowl the cat licks its paws and yawns-- cool evening breeze      the potter's wheel      turns slowly under old leaves--      shadows changing shapes a game of catch extends into moonlight      back and forth      a slow exchange      between crickets

a rengay by John Thompson & Garry Gay

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