Just Karma 181
There is a different world alive
when walking in the morning.
This dawn almost autumn
hanging on to summers’ skirts –
white chiffon on eggshell blue sky.
Almost oppressive even before eight.
Yet there are bugs and blooms.
And a few people watering, walking,
riding to errands or work on this Saturday…
the second to the last of this season.
peace is disturbed by
the door opening, your class –
you thought was, is not