In the green of summer
I walk
turtles on my path
knees bend to pick up
stones
toads appear
snails, too
No one knows where I've been
No one knows where I am going
In the green of summer
I will move like lightening
and see m o r e
the honking geese
the chickadee
the forest's green
will dance on the earth
like children hopping
like popcorn popping
rejoicing in what I have
what will be.
Thursday, 24 May 2012
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