mirrors reflect the day
shadows the night...
streams of consciousness
run through the valleys
of the mind while fantasy
fishermen fish for thoughts;
birds sit on tree limbs of
the weeping willow watching
the passing sky as it dips
and dives around clouds
looking for a little shade;
tadpoles look for mothers
among the hundreds of
frogs sunning themselves
on the rocky landscape...
cats and dogs sit nearby
waiting for the rain that
called them forward...
time's clock fades in the
blinding sun and we have
forgotten to wear glasses
using daisy's as substitutes.
December 6, 2023
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