A Mundane View Poem by Barry Middleton

beyond the blind grass of the lawn
a man gathers pine cones in a bag
a dry blue southern wind is blowing
mute ripples ruffle the tattered flag

two old ladies prattle near the pool
with nothing much to talk about
but failing health and surgeries
they celebrate their fear and doubt

spring arrived on a quiet corner
because I saw a dogwood bloom
this very morning near the car wash
I ignored an old fool stuck in doom

wind blows and quickly the sun sets
night falls and silence soon forgets