conscientious observer
from childhood on
creeks teem with silvery darting cells
maple brown stones erode in time
forest green willows grace my path
swaying protectively
robin's egg turquoise in the sun
on gritty grey reservoir way
Central Park thrums with radiant music
beneath marshmallow clouds
that shield the waning sun
golden beneath the scrim
brindle pup a rodeo clown on the verdant grass
swoops in for her squeaky red bone
close my eyes breathe deep the fine green field
dotted with translucent dew
kaleidoscope of dreams
we are all rainbow spirits
heading towards the golden shore
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