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Monday, September 25, 2017

Without a Whimper





























 Stomach butterflies
On this glorious morning.
Yes, it's all inside.





















Sunlight is silent--
It falls on the leaves and trees
Without a whimper.

























Everyone is out
On this most welcoming day;
(Thought it was my road)



















Jogger with her dog
Disappears on down the road,
Just to reappear.

















Orange canopy
Alive in the morning sun;
(Even though it's dead)













Dragonfly wings shine
With bright nervous energy;
And then he's away.





























No jogger, no dogs--
The road is silent again;
Only the woods sing.
















Orange patch shimmers--
Alive in its own stillness:
Butterfly at rest.











































































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