End of Day – Day 3 – Poetry Month

Climbing Trees

End of day lends itself to
Gathering ephemera.

Unsorted, a day succumbs.
It’s all detritus and last-minute noise

Eardrums ringing, hippocampus
Vibrating. The occurrence of

Night surprising as a summer cold,
As easily forgiven for the rest it gives.

End of day, casting off aspersions
Like stitches, or old dogs–

What agreement did we conjure
For an incomplete session

Interrupted by mumbles and

Elizabeth Howard

Elizabeth writes literary non-fiction, haiku, cultural rants, and Demand Poetry in order to forward the cause of beautiful writing. She calls London, Kansas City, and Iowa home.