you walked into my dream
as if you were walking through a portal
in a time machine,
and i watched you in suspended silence
until the portal closed
i sit on the balcony and watch the boats and the barges,
the goldfinches and the swallows,
a baby robin who is being fed by its mother,
flags waving in the breeze–
the dog sniffs the warm air,
a heron swoops toward the marsh,
the geese congregate,
bees circle my glass of sherry,
a man stands on a paddle board and struggles against a strong wake,
the sun sets gently
Misty yellow iris caught in a morning shower–
everything pales compared to you.
Sometimes small and gentle things can have a huge impact.
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A little boy’s toy,
turned into a man’s treasure;
passed onto his young son,
and now put away to
emerge on a bright summer day
in the distant future for another.
Even if you stand very still, it will find you.