A neighbor pointed it out to me
One evening as I opened up my
gate
After toiling through
Another day of drudgery,
Hoping for an easy evening
Lounging in my rocking chair,
Drifting off to sleep before
The late night news report.
The evening breeze stirred
just enough
To verify the neighbor's tale
And, looking up beyond the
dove
Who settled on the gutter
rail,
A single shingle waived and
fluttered,
Even struggled to be free.
Teasing, daring, taunting me
To climb the mast and lash
her sails.
Perhaps the breeze will
settle down.
Predicted rains may pass us
by.
Perhaps the fluttering will
cease and
Settle without help from me.
Perhaps I'll be a
millionaire,
Can hire a crew to do my
chore
So I can lounge and rock and
sleep...
So much for reality.
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