I-
See-
swans boating
sock fluttering
currents flowing
and laughter; we understand
everywhere, the sacred language.
Sun warm on back, but no birds...
Children play the slide,
cracks wait the hills.
The fly around (not my friend,
the other), clicking time tells
work; i breathe cross-legged,
wonder about the scottish
tour-guide.
Author notes
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