7 a.m. walking to get the paper

Earthworms,
legions,
multitudes,
litter the asphalt
like scratches on old celluloid film.
Bradley’s rooster
gripping the fencepost
crows
and the next door neighbor
leans out his door to yell,
“Cockle-doodle-do!”
in response.
I tell the hens roosting
in the apple tree
they are silly girls.
Mist falls from the
one-shade-of-gray sky
Another homespun morning
here on South Prairie Lane,
a most splendid beginning.

–c. 2008 KDK

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