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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