Chasing
Some days are grittier than Others
And that’s why we like to drop in on the fall
We meet the world with a curious eye
And find that miraculous spot —
Where all is forgotten and forgiven
Our scattered steps attract a wandering doe
Jolting awake the surrounding greens
The monkey, startled above in the tall fir tree,
Stares into the void of the rustling
A busy bee joins the scene
circling my camera
pointed at the silk flowing underneath the bridge
Rainbows don’t care if days are gloomy
The fog likes to fall months and miles apart
We find quietude where sounds belong
And drink its delicious melody
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