On this day of light and laundry
a lift of the heart
and then an unmatched sock
brings you close to tears.
A sunpatch among fallen brown leaves
and you draw in your breath
with the surprise
The rake scrapes singles into piles
over and over and then
its claws uncover
an unwary blossom.
What were you thinking,
arm or rake or flower?
All the unknowing
pushes you into an unlit corner
where you linger in lazy musings
as the bedsheets flap on the line
in the neighbor’s back yard.