Shotless (On Powell Butte)

Of course when I leave home I break routine,
and staying with my kids I go along
with their agenda, witnessing their scene –
a loving fly upon the kitchen wall.
I try to fill my eyes and heart – I mean
to carry home experience of them.
This visit their new custom is a clean
recess from phone. My habit isn’t strong,
but disconnect means here’s no shot to screen.

(Magic 9)

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