Blue Sky Float By

Guten Tag:

 

We spoke in intrusive sunlight of lacking shade.

We spoke of latter days.

We spoke anyway.

 

Yoga attire balanced high wire; elegance at foot, gracefully placed.

The looks that took.

 

Buses and bikes passed, and stopped, as cars drove on.

 

Dew covered leaves, bright colors scatter the green grass ground,

Only to break, crush, and turn brown, all spinning around.

 

When asked about this conversation I said I didn’t know.

There was no answer,

to no question.

 

Somethings just mentioned.

 

One can liken it to the blue sky; no sum, just something beautiful, an entity floating by.

 

Lessons we learn on the whim of a wave of attention.

Moving as fleeting dust from fluttering sparrow wingspan.

Trivial sorts affection.

 

A dram of logic,

Stop this human project.

 

As we walk and flow through others,

On separate paths,

We have but such a chance to interact.

 

The total might be intrigue indeed, ask and you shall see.

GERN.

Ich mag Diskussionnen.

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