wise

I “go for a run”

to cry 

but I can’t  

down the driveway 

out into the wet hot air

a misty 70 degree Saturday 

my vision is not that good

plus fog and weak tears

color combos bobble

yellow irises waving like silk hankies

in front of the foreboding church

a robin sitting on the peak of a wrought iron archway 

his burnt orange velvet chest

looking down on me
how to stay immersed in my life
I can be pulled out so easily
the itsy bitsy spider