Things

Dust pan scrapes
Across cement floor

Trees bow in the wind
Crack under Mother Natures wrath

Paint roller flings white
Down on the painter

Needle slips into the container
Resting beside its discarded fellows

Iron shoes ring against pavement
Down and back
Round and round

Suture slides through flesh
Piercing hide and dripping blood

Just things that happen
In my days

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