Vereth
(everything is greening)
Un(in)tended raspberries at the edge of our neighbor’s yard.
Pick just  a few.
The remnant of a time long forgotten.
The ones just turning deep purple are the sweetest.
Hard to catch them at that exact moment.
And I am not the only one waiting.
I passby as I walk the dog twice a day.
He does not want to be out here in this heat.
But this spot is shady and 
Old Black dog waits patiently for me.
I graze careful to avoid the thorns and the poison ivy.
The sun feels alive on my skin.
Warms it like a stone.
But its light is blinding to my eyes,
used to the ease of winter time and cloudy days.
The world is just too damn much right now.
So much stereth. 
So much bursting forth with exuberance.
The songs, not just one song,
But a whole conversation of them fill the sky.
And I am overwhelmed as much as I am gladdened.
For this moment.
This time for walking away.