Standing
On one side or the other,
just within grasp
a glimpse
of what
cannot be
seen.
In a flick or smoked candle
benign thoughts race full speed
almost as if participating
in the unseen game
A North wind today speaking of coming warm times
A number, a leaf, bird feathers plasterd on the log trucks grill
All that aside, and with a big and hearty... ho hum
there are scooby snacks bringing some peace.
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