Saturday, September 27, 2014


A butterfly flutters by
As water cartwheels 
In the stone garden

Yellow flowers sway
And purple leaves twirl
As if hypnotized

They are dancing to the rhythm 
Of the waterfall on the rocks
To the music of life

Birds I cannot name
Chirp "Good morning!"
Like old friends

Walkers and runners, all strangers
Here to find themselves
Or lose themselves

I'm happily ignored
In the camaraderie of solitary souls
Here I belong

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