The Lab’s excited.
The day is still cool.
I should move, take his cue.
I should walk.
So, we do.
And take long way ’round.
Hill, valley and narrow curve
a solitary stretch
of random breeze on cheek from swaying tree,
and crossing scarlet birds.
Three of them,
on our morning walk, open and unleashed.
I love this…poetic and beautiful. I love my mornings, too.
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