Thursday, July 14, 2022

In the Park

 I sat on the bank
Watching the creek
Flow
The lines pop out
As waves move
Past rock and rural
Debris
Leaves rustle
Overhead a bird
Lands on the other
Side
I am overcome
With how alive
As the world
Pulses around me
Tears sting my 
Eyes and I am helpless
Burdened
With how little I matter
Yet waste my life
Anyway

12/10/21
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