the park bench beckons
tired bodies with stiff
sore shoulders
asks us to sit still in
dallying silence
and enjoy this spacious
simple time,
as we ease into a welcoming
of pleasure’s whispers
where the golden meadow
dances its daily magic
and towards us both
a smidgen of rarest light
like a poem fragment
found by chance in rain
delights and soothes the
gleaming once hidden
heart inside!
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