
Pastoral prairie
splayed out before me
in a dazzle of fern, mint,
and emerald shades
grass in dancing blades
tossed like ocean waves in wind
Cerulean gaze
freckling clouded haze
casting shadows along hills
valley breeze blowing
prancing trees showing
frail cirrocumulus spills
Poured concrete highway
rushing underway
passing through growth and flurry
downwind from worry
soul-spent and blurry
still navigating journey
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Love “still navigating journey.” Beautiful ending to a masterpiece.
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