Ten Thousand
Dance steps
the noisy kind that turn the head
through drifting picnics
on soft grass
The surprise of it
Note of music
soft passages with open windows
mixed dark dreams
lightning in clouds
water pressure released
Lines of yarn
blue and red on indigenous looms
to wrap a horse
with falls from grace
extended hands shunned
Frightened dogs
a pleasing yip of joy
the walkers stumble
climbers grab at straw
jars of beef broth
Wet finger tips
wrinkles in the cotton shirt
wilting chrysanthemums
squirrels chase in the yard
the vibrations of Bach
Barry G. Wick
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