As I look out of the window…
Sun splashes on the greens
Free light
for vegetation
sending smiles and
squints for clarity
Intruding
plastic bottle vase
spews out sprigs
hanging quietly
for its beauty
signage hides
behind the pole
Stepping stones
like a stream
through the tuffet
thick afro green
waiting for a cut
spot an arm hitting hard
knock, knock against
the wooden path
The path...
zigzaging
like a puzzle
stone paves
direct you to
God knows where!


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