today,
independence from working,
the manuscript can wait, as can the dishes,
the responsibilities, only the apples hanging low
on bowed branches up the canyon call to me.
the whir of the hummingbird, the rising wind
and the scuttling clouds speak to me today,
let men's demands fall on deaf ears,
today is independence day
from all demands but
those of my own beating
heart.
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