leafing ovenbird It’s been five weeks since my dog’s well chewed nylon bone, whittled to a point by his gnawing, fell from the bed and tore open a shallow gash on the top of my left foot. Five weeks, and my body has failed to restore torn tissue. It uses faulty thread and the rift keeps ripping open so I have to start again, the gap filling in slowly like a clogged artery, imperceptible. Outside the maple tree is blooming. Outside the cherry tree drops white petals onto the lawn. I can’t even pull my edges back together, nevermind flowering. I’m old and tired and starting to fade, but blood has stopped seeping from my wound, and when the sap stops running you know that leaves aren’t far behind. 260325 what's it to you? who go blather from