angle and view, deja vu

Sit back and watch
the grass grow shaggy,
it’s not a sin to let it grow
into ankle deep infuse of green
highlights and deep sun shadows.

Long past morning
and depending upon degree of tilt
of Earth’s axis to face of the Sun,
this movement reminds me of laughter.

Will there ever be a day
an identical twin of this one?

Same thoughts, same clouds
same coulds and wishes
same now?

Remember this day, inscribed
as genetic, a pre-planned
yet somewhat insignificant,
sibling of mitochondrial DNA.

I have to say, it’s been a pleasure
my Father, my buddy,
companion deja vu,

But you’re just another yesterday
on hysterical brink of tomorrow
and I’m no longer afraid
of you.