The dappled light – moves
painterly –
the walk – is
an expression of trust and
understanding.
The morning –
as always - is
a new beginning
allowing one the ability to look forward
and back.
The choice – is
arrived at
and seen colored
by sunlight, filtered
through thick
green trees.
It is thoughtful -
turned by a thin slice, a sliver
glimpsed -
at night as a waning crescent moon
on the dark horizon
or by day barely visible
yet – repeated
over and over again.
The cycle - is a detailed dream
one wants to remember
to tell a lover
after a long and restless night
then awakes with a start
perhaps
remembering nothing.
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