I take a breath of empty air
It’s like no other breath before
Not recycled, not previously inhaled
Just empty clean

The rays of the sun twit ns heat
Surrounding me with rays that heat my jeans

I can hear the shuffle steps of the convoy
Plod shuffle thudding
The wish swish of the grass
Crunch grinding of small rocks under soles
Sandals click

Little flowers reach their little hand
They turn their little faces
Up to sun bright

Jets over head
train in the distance
Lawn mowers hum


~ by loosethreadsandwritersblock on September 30, 2009.

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