Saturday Afternoon

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The book in my lap, the world at my feet

The strings with no strap and the people I weep for

This Saturday afternoon

The pizza's delivered soon

She calls from the door, you call from the ground

This creek has a shore and this life has a sound

Cicadas and made up tunes

This Saturday afternoon

What do you make of this miraculous day?

This singular task, the height of the grass

And how fast it will fade away?

You drop the leaves with an invisible fling

I rip from the stem, then say "sorry" to them

'Cause I hate to have broken something