When inside the moment

All these things don’t matter

Sunlight

A pale moon in august

Droplets clinging

A red barn

City murals that speak

Single lane bridges that create pause

The kind where a set of headlights …

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… and yet, natural earth

Remains the same

Vibrant in fragrance

Color

Texture

Purpose seems in the moment

To reflect beauty

Simple ceremony

Without notion

Only visual impact

Seems miles of intertwined

Memory

Recalls that seed of discovery

Asking for approval

Guidance

Recognition

Or possibly some type of escape

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Seems we all have these human tendencies

To wallow in our own shame

To respond to that which tears

Down

Fabric

Society

Becomes a twisted universe

Of sad commentary

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Or does it really turn out that way

At least this time it seems possible.