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

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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