In the o p e n spaces
time does not trod on my feet
the birthday of the mind
revisits the scene of joy
nothing can take away
what I experienced
what I learned by staying true to the moment
Birds fly by
Infinite freedom persists in my life
the road to happiness is the
inward hum
I pick up the flowers
fallen off their stem
on a dining room table
my wedding flowers
I put them in a box
hoping they will dry
age beautifully
like the moment in time when
Emily met her beloved.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Thursday, 8 September 2011
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