Not done.

Not Undone

Mistakes have well been made.
Mistakes have been well made.

Browns eyes creating hazel ones weren’t among them.
Those eyes see the world beyond what mine is made of.

Daily life, each day done.
Each day undone by living.

The plants are green and full of leaves.
The refrigerator is full of leftovers.

Breathing deeply.
Sleeping when and where possibility presents.

The washing machine is running.
Next will be the dishwasher.

Messiness makes this place run.
Switched on but not switched off.

New tires on the paid off car.
New mattress on the good old bed.

Rust eating from wayward screws used and unused.
Junk drawers dumped out on the kitchen table.

Budgets met and reset.
Bills paid and waiting to be paid.

Family treasures fill dusty shelves.
Still looking for that agate I found on the beach 15 years ago.

Sore muscle reminders.
Joint cracking awareness.

Sweaty breezy bike rides.
Wet kayaks on sparkling waters.

Digging and picking.
Slicing and dicing.

Throwing away old stretched out clothing.
Shaving off lint balls in perpetuity.

Nothing compares.
Years of living without regrets.

Redone, rewarded.
Repeated over and over.

Mourning doves coo their piteousness.
Flickers lawn their autumn hatch.

Not done.
Not undone.

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