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Promenade

Fri Apr 8th, 2016

When sunlight beams off balconies

and cumulous clouds barely move

while grass sleeps in green contentment,

I pretend to stroll in blue air

along a gurgling embankment

with a froth of clear memories—

cresting white and disappearing—

of who I was back in the day,

wondering who I might be tomorrow,

as each step I take transports me

to the puzzle of a new incarnation,

reborn in the aerial charm of a rose

bursting in bloom under soft sun.