Thursday, July 19, 2018

freedom

This morning's walk yielded
 pink hollyhocks tucked into the greenery beside the lake,
 great blue heron waiting,
 geometric splashes of gold on the leaves beneath the trees,
 a man and his dog curled into the morning at a lakeside bench,
 and bolts of blue sky overhead.

 Once again,
 I gave thanks
 for nowhere else
 to be.

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