day 125

i amble along with a teetering gait
bypass the puddles in my path
i listen as nature speaks to me
while thoughts of day do congeal
at times i’m in a brambly place
where thorns do scratch and sting my skin
so i pluck the sweet and move along
return to open fields again

5.5.17

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