Today feels like the ideal day
to focus on concentrated things.
Not the sugar-coated mountaintops,
melting into syrupy sweet marmalade.
Chunks of peaches
tumbling down her sunburnt cheeks.
Sitting here, alongside a gray-speckled sky,
I feel drawn to the dandelions.
Tucked away for siesta
— cozy in their beds of scratchy greens.
A backdrop to the lines on my hands
— how curious it is when they multiply.
I love them, welcome them,
yearn to ask them their thoughts
of the journey from yesterday.
What have they learned?
What did they lose?
Was there something I missed
— would they tell me if they could?
Even the slow churn of marsh water
may be too imposing for a day like today.
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