Is fill the hummingbird feeder
And replenish the birdbath
If I ponder the fate
Of the heavily-burdened
My heart continues to break
I reach out my virtual hands
To grasp the helplessness of the morning
The austere things that need doing
Rescuing one thing
I knock over another
By noon the garden asks me to leave
Even indoors the rooms tell me
I’m not needed
Though I know it’s a lie
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