MULCHING LEAVES

As I was about to mulch some leaves
I thought of the Pakistan flood waters
still threatening lives
 many weeks  after
 they drowned  so many miles of land.
I could have chosen Afghanistan to think about  —
or almost any place where devastation thrives
that’s been absorbed by me in my recliner
day after day, week after week.
But I chose Pakistan
and replayed  heart rending scenes
that captured me
for just a little while last night.
And then I set aside
the videos of anguish —
rose up from my comfort
and soon began to mulch the leaves.
It’s autumn now
and outside tasks have changed
requiring different tools from summer.

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