indivisible
Aug 31, 2018 · 3 min read

I sat on the hand crafted wooden bench
in the quiet, deserted park watching the boughs
of the magnificent weeping willow trees sway
in the breeze. the water moving rapidly
in a small brook made light music
as it passed over hundreds of beautifully
colored pebbles. we used to wade in that brook,
letting the fresh cool water wash over our bare feet.
I could hear night birds singing, chirping.
scents of mosses and night blooming jasmine
were a heady, exotic…


