On Trying to be Mindful

Go slow
-ly and take
a deep

inventory.
Your shoulders are resting
into the fabric
of a birdsong.

They have not left for winter.

My cheerful eyes
are grateful
for the tree,
bowing red,
in a still pocket
of sun.

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