Sunlight flashes bright
Drowning the daisies in white;
Still. the green leaves glow.
How silent the world;
Occasional "whoosh" of cars
Just stirs the still air.
Shadows on the path
Marking their own dark roadway--
Two worlds, side by side.
A gentle breeze blows;
Milkweed blooms bow to its touch;
(Such a placid strength.)
Up and down they run--
Joggers jog in their own world;
No reference to me.
Lone brown plant hangs on
In the lush, verdant forest.
The past or future?
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