Seedlings To Steer Me From Saturday's Table Poem by Susan Lacovara

Oh what blue sky put on pallet
To beckon me revise my plan
Altered, that a day in sunlight
Be my just reward
For taking calls from jilted lovers
Who sought advice
They will not necessarily use
But worthy tools I lend
Thinking they'll not be returned
But okay...
I see this day
Stretched out like a sheet
Drying on a summer's clothesline
Flapping in the fragrant breeze
And mine alone to do as I please
The tempting tease of what comes next
I'm not perplexed, but feeling blessed
Having sprouted my Spring blooming
Seedlings to steer me from Saturday's table
Make merry in the moment
If today I am able
Take my limbs to long walk
Whistling at the passing winds of change
It knows my face and calls me by name