Our toes tap the keys...
Dancing forward across pebbles
we feel their smooth edge, yet
never release our faces
from the flourishes streaked across the sky—
ever-changing, dreamy masses
throbbing with the thump of footsteps—you
hear the symphony of birds,
the gush of wind through oak leaves,
the shore drinking up the rich water…
...But all the while fixated on fluffy, wild things, which
match our step as they jaunt through the sky
and smear a trail against the heavens-cape.
Ants tickle the cobblestone trail,
but never once distract us from the walk
that we’re taking, hand-in-hand with clouds.
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