Friday afternoon
Sky receding blue out of bounds
Waiting for Melecio
Crow, a stone’s throw
Sound gathers in the branches
Stirrings of consequence
Playground of the kids
Emotions run deep
Spill over unexpectedly
In Houston on business
Buried at work
Magnificence one block away
The time is now
No one is entirely sure
A habit we picked up
While watching shadows move
This side of the globe
Are shadows real?
Or do they merely represent?
The leaves of today
Delight us
Who are only too human not to care
Copyright © 2022 by Kit Robinson. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on July 15, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.