Saturday, July 8, 2017

I Think I'll Read Instead

Read Instead

I sat resting after a walk in the morning sun. 
I thought I'd write. But about what?

What did I see during my walk?
Two small parks. 
One all dirt. The other green and lush.

A gardener was adjusting the aim
of the sprinkler head.
I didn't photograph the hose,
nor the dirt garden void of water .

Another funeral at the church. 
The bell tolling its sad goodbye.
A reminder that life is fleeting
one should make the most
of what time they are given.

Right now nothing comes to mind.
I just don't feel like writing.

I think I'll read instead.


Paris 2017 #75

Sandy KInnee

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