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Saturday Lament

Too many things I hoped
would last forever
disappear. Bumblebees
fumbling a field
of rosemary.

The sun breaks
through morning fog,
a yellow hammer—
call of a distant towhee.

At the yoga mat,
it’s the same
as any other day—
poses probing
the groin’s stiff clay.

Only words
come easily: new
leaves on the old
eucalyptus.

Robbi Nester is a retired college educator who currently hosts two monthly poetry reading series on Zoom. She is the author of 4 books of poetry and has edited three anthologies.

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