how we judge each other without thinking,
when a red bird landed on a branch outside my window.
I watch as the sun beams cascade to the westand this perfect day is just about done. Like an old friend,
I want to say good-bye to a day I won’t see again.
I’ll take my dog with me and I’ll watch
her turning round and round from the joy of being outside.
I might turn round and round from the joy of it all, too.
Tomorrow I’ll write about judging others and howI do it sometimes without thinking. Today the red bird calls,
the squirrels are chattering, and I want to walk in the grass.