Has everything that
can be said
been said?
All words in the dictionary
mixed around
to form thoughts
already exposed?
Or is that impossible
as each day -
each life -
is like a snowflake?
No two the same?
I wonder this
as a cool breeze gently
bounces off my skin.
No one has felt the same as me –
exactly the same –
as ever?
Had a bumble bee flying around their head
making a sound like a helicopter
hoping it doesn’t land?
Does anyone love this landscape as much as
me?
Take a break at this rock and
think this stuff up?
Mostly nonsense to others –
to me profound.
The birds
the bugs
the small waterfall turning
the water in this slow going creek?
Anyone else wonder when the solitary geese
flies over
if he has lost his soul mate
or just
hasn’t found her yet?
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