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Imprint

walking

down the path

the crunch of snow

the feeling of forever

frozen

like a deer in the distance

 watching

already the icicles are dripping

and it is green again

the first flowers open up

a butterfly appears

and reappears

baby birds high in the tree

waiting

the seed low in the ground

growing wild hair

in a garden square

there are no lines

a bridge over water

lily pads and swans

buzzing bees and chirping crickets

ants and gnats, flies and fleas

ticks

the oceans are warming

sand is turning

it’s busy on the street

under the shade of a tree

time slows

the leaves are yellow

like the moon

a restless rustle in the wind

side-step the puddle

up the way

there’s a little bird standing in the sunlight

its small head raised

still as a statue

like a prayer

then it feels my stare

in a glance

gone

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery