the winter fades
the ground eases under my step
and the wind turns to kisses

towards the path, in the park
the parents and joggers
the dogwalkers and carriage pushers
keep their distance
firmly set, on the pavement
distracted
they speak of houses, cars, victories

on the hill, amongst the pines
a child looks down under waves of golden dust
surrounded by friends, brothers, toys of wood and stone

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ocean chorus
waves of blue smoke surround

and I sink further into heaven
drifting in droplets
wading in time
to voices familiar and far

swirling like the moon in silver
they strike their notes
guiding the waves
upwards and through my vision




With the weather like it was today, and my further exploration of the Arboretum, I feel as if I am returning to a world I had forgotten existed...one that I missed very much.