filled, algae laden, pool,
at the feet
of my
stone
deck.
Songs of the birds, brush
my eyes as they fly
down the invasive
engines of
mankind.
I breathe, and for a brief
moment they disappear.
I feel and see and hear.
Like the shadows of my life,
those are filled with
possibilities that
are never
organized,
unless I
remain
serene.
This moment, today tells me
to concentrate, to see, and
hear, the shadows; to
find the other
choices I
can have
in my
life.
copyright d.a.white
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