a path not taken . becomes overgrown, and soon . returns to nature
taking in sunlight . the indoor plant doesn’t care . that it’s not outdoors
no matter how tough . we think we are, the truth is . life is delicate
under a storm cloud . it is easy to forget . that it too shall pass
the flowers briefly . light up the catalpa tree . wile its past lingers
we can imagine . a bird’s fictional story . in one lost feather
everything moves . at its own speed: the river . the clouds don’t agree
we should aspire . to find the level of peace . of a cat napping
gracefully gliding . then quickly disappearing . cormorant lunchtime
it takes some planning . then some letting go to make . it seem natural
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