It's Still Life

A Syzygy Poem

A woman stands in the rain.
Hat. No coat. No umbrella.
No need. She won’t rust.

Shovel in her hand, tending
the soil. Bends and bows.
Rain is her background.

She sings around the edges
of a tune from her childhood,
something about rainbows.

A three-way split “Syzygy poem”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.