one more day

looking straight ahead
there are mountains behind the mountains
trees remain close like friendly neighbors

click — click — click — click — click
as each photograph is stored to memory

lines and lines of cars wait
glancing to the right weeds sway
flowers bloom despite ground’s decay
glancing the left is the field
a desert in contradiction to the
lushness only ninety degrees away

a sliver in time that one day will
be missed despite the wait in
solitude

what blessing is the routine of simplicity

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