Even the birds
Observe the weekend
Few are singing
Less are flying
It’s quiet here
Except for marsh
Frogs, cicadas and
Crickets car tires
Kick up gravel
Resonating like firecrackers
Or like the
Tearing of rolls
Of paper towels
A human voice
In the distance
Reminds me that
I’m still me
Quietly right here
Beautiful and serene. Sometimes, we need to be reminded of who we are. 🙂
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