The rustle of leaves
melded with my roaming eyes
As tall oaks shade the beaming sun
from my shoulder blades
It was a warm morning
Sleep still coated my gaze
Rose colored, refracting light
silenced
the kinetic buzzing
Able bodied.
As we fell into step
long stride to short
He held my hand
Slow, down the winding road
passing campers
tents splattered with dew drops
to smile wide at glistening water
We stopped by the lake
I p r e s s e d my toes
into the wet, warm sand
no one was there
There were little holes dug by little hands
from yesterday’s yesterday
hiding spots for tiny
Wildlife
I peeked into hole after hole
Holden from dust, I thought
and watched a salamander.
Shiny black skin
concentric white circles, breathing
my fingers reached into the makeshift pool
to pet a tiny head
Willful
Garden of Eden
A pebble
clattered, holds a door
O p e n
It mattered
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