Today
the world has changed in too many ways
for
the good and bad. I blinked, rubbed my eyes,
scratched
my thighs and missed most of it. Out-
side
the rain appears the same, grass greening,
trees
budding, Spring freshness in the air. Check,
everything
which is supposed to be is still there.
In
the mirror, I am a day older, but then those who
do
not see me just don’t care. Unless I post a recent
photo
of myself on Facebook, my friends will re-
member
me as the vim and vigorous fifty some
twenty
years ago I used to be. I see the recent
photo
you posted of yourself. My, but you have
aged
well. I take back what I said a few lines ago—
the
grass has grown considerably, I see. Much taller
than
it was yesterday or the day before. Rain has
stopped,
and in the distance I hear a muffled roar.
The
lawn people who mow once a week are coming.
Soon,
at least appearance-wise, things will again be
manicured
and under control, the way it seemed to
be
yesterday. All the other stuff can wait.
Chris
Hanch 4-30-19
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