Sunday, 18 July 2021

picture this

 picture this


an early july morning 

double doors breezed open

two gardens front and back 

thoughts flowing slowly over

the flowers and the flowers

and the bees and the bees

decided where the cat is not 

for the cool shade is moving 

and the sea is on that breeze

and the plan is to swim without a plan

to walk the wish path 

the blue hurting so much that we shade

from the enormity of the small things

the beauty of a blossom’s turning

a ‘the’ that ends just there upon a thought 

so pure that it is dropped like a hot pebble 

leaving only the ripples in eyes turning inward 

afraid to touch this beautiful edifice 

suffice to simply say 

it is a hushed morning 

down july way

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