Fleeting moments of peaceful exhalation
Intermittently interrupt my quickstep days
I pause
Peering past the plaid crowd
Into the towering cumulus drifting low
On the horizon, previously unnoticed
And quickly passed over
I quicken my step to keep up
With the general public
Passing over the moment
The billow drifts
No longer unnoticed, but forgotten
Until the next fleeting moment of peaceful
Exhalation
Intermittently interrupts my quickstep day.
1 comment:
i love. your brain is like a firecracker! constantly shooting off brilliant sparks! :D
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