for a walk to sunburned shoulders
at every compass point
the hard straight streets
same garage-box houses, pent-up
barking dogs, daffodils
trails to ponds and rivers of shopping
this afternoon privilege, having
diverted us from our childhood
revolution to a quest for happy
shoes: I am turned around
so that sitting, quiet, in the manicured yard
I am surprised to find the sun still at my back
moon still in my eyes, a single white butterfly
flitting like a dream and wanting still
to be in your arms
Prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 16 is an “Almanac Questionnaire.”
Love it–and you worked “happy shoes” into it, too!
I also like “diverted us from our childhood revolution.” 🙂
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Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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I love the butterfly image – it really makes the sense of calm and peace after a long day more real, the anchoring detail of the scene.
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Oh, wow, you just gave me a new lens. 🙂
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So sweet and sad. Why do we long so much?
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Exactly. Even when I can say to myself, “You have everything.”
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Indeed. Same here.
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