Grandkids learn their ABCs
to musical stories on TV
while my thoughts fly away,
far and wide, whooshed
among waffling oak leaves,
poked under pungent pines,
riding high on moist clouds,
sliding down a hot breeze,
finally coming to rest in
early evening light
as the summer
meanders on,
while my
seeking
soul
abides
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