Lost In Perfection

Under miles of wires
an ocean of grass

no weed but a seed

of prairies long passed

A personal thought

let slip away

retelling the tales

of ordinary days

On circles on circles

Round we all mow

In search of reminders

Of things we let go

Rambling thoughts

Like imperfect flowers

Warm fragrant forrests

And leisurely hours

by Butternut Squash

I will be gone for a few days. I have to go make a living. Be well and know that I am thinking of you even if I am not able to write to you. Peace.