The Bunker

Living in a space with no windows

only one door to the outside 

and there is a crack along the frame

letting in a teasing stream of light

and this is how I know what time it is...

Outside we saved seven pines

pull weeds and wayward grass 

to avoid use of herbicides

-oh, but the butterflies!

Yellow, orange, blue, white

and other colors that shine

as they flit from flower (weed)

to flower (weed) (for now)

rising like towers in the sky

when the grass is your line of eye

Nevermind the stage of the sky

offering a new show ever hour

shifting in cloud cover and color

suspended in the observers mind

Yes, the bunker is imperfect

dark, damp, and without good internet

but everything else makes it worth it!

-M.E.

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