Be Present

No path would blossom
if summers were about poetry –
a colder vine leaving me water.

Must let earth & animal
use this pure and wild air –
listen for dusk.

(I’m not running a weekly challenge, but I am inviting others to join me in playing Magnetic Poetry online.  For details click here.)

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