(In Forest Park)
Walking
Pausing
We sat
Watching a beetle,
My reflection lit upon its shell.
You, watching the leaves flutter,
Down, down, softly down.
Then two,
Gracefully dancing,
Causing no pain.
A baby snail
Tiny
Delicate late season blooms,
Tiny,
Almost unnoticeable.
- eightychoices.
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Wednesday, April 17, 2019
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