the gentle winds comb the leaves of the trees
as it flows and blows through the valley...
treetops bend more than they should while
younger trees have a chance to kiss the tops
of the bushes that grow nearby... the blue sky
boasts of another humid day and understanding
birds find shade wherever they can... hiding
in the apex of gazebos defecating on whatever
is underneath them without the slightest care
in the world other than staying cool... the
summer has its way in the valley as it has done
for a millennium and will continue to do as it
follows time towards an unknown conclusion;
travelers briefly dwell where others have lived
not knowing who they were nor caring, making
the same mistakes as those before them made,
thinking the valley could be tamed... life proceeds
with or without us and while the animals are
aware of our presence, they treat us with the
same disdain that we treat them and have treated
them for centuries as we have imposed our
will on anything and everything in our way.
2 June 2022
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