What if
it is that simple?
A grassy park sweetly gleaming under the ripening sun
A bistro steaming aromatic mussels for garlic bread
A cask of dark red wine cool from the stone cellar
A bruit of gulls wheeling over the spanking bright bay
A squeak of rubber sole on a sun-polished hall floor
A smile to stop an army firing across a dusty canyon
A conch shell gleaming in the shallows in a tide-washed cove
A jay chirping cheekily on a stump near a woodsman’s lunch
A whisp of steam lingering over the sweetness of hot baked bread
A glance: an understood look
Nothing more to say
I forgive me
I forgive
Ah
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