Pay no attention.
I’m just here
beneath these trees,
their forgotten leaves
warm from the sun.
Nevermind
my slow traverse,
I’ll step aside for you.
Make myself small
so you forget
I am light and love,
the god to which you pray,
the universe upon my back,
everything.
It reminds me of the song from Chicago, “Mr. cellophane.”
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What a treat to look that one up! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKHzTtr_lNk
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A beautiful triplet:
beneath these trees,
their forgotten leaves
warm from the sun.
best, CC
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Thank you for those kind words! : )
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