Monday, July 28, 2014

possibilities

timber fence along the worn road
feels the wheels of the Ford deeply
absorbs the hums and chatters of
four children that giggle at the sight
of a duckling that splashes
in a pond of possibilities

the sky's serious grey eyes meet the pond
the pond reflects only
the smile of the three year-old boy
who sees himself running in
endless fields of green



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