A Casual Stroll in the Glen
A fellow and myselfjust on a simple walk,
quietly, patiently
no destination in mind.
Himself a bit frivolous,
myself contemplating.
The songbirds singing
ever melodious
innocent and unstained by events yet to unfold.
A pile of leaves here, shovel, disturbed earth there
disturbing thoughts overwhelming everything.
A thin coat of sweat
and triumph surrounding me.
I set the shovel to the side,
smiled upon my work,
and embarked on the lonely journey home
and the songbirds keep singing.
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