Friday, February 7, 1997

nothing concluded 29


sitting up towards the top
of the hill
looking down
where all the people are
moving around

everyone has somewhere
to go but one stops
to notice the field of flowers
and weeds
and grass
 
suddenly others appear
as if this field calls
over the noise of their
busy day
suddenly everyone is relaxing
 
the stranger in the distance
on the other side of the field
catches this eye
and wondering
how similar the minds might be
 
nothing concluded
looking up from this page
everyone is gone
and the day continues
as if it never stopped…

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