on a cold porch
sitting...
swift moving clouds
watching...
waving trees and bushes
bending,
caressing the air;
young birds gliding serenely
mastering,
learning
growing into adulthood;
fences creaking
rubbing their finger together
in an unorthodox
melody;
willows weep
squirrels scamper
and
as if by magic
blue skies appear
above
my loneliness.
9 April 2020
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