swallow it, nothing less, nothing more,
I will have lived well.
Opening the door,
rain has teased the grass back to life.
The dog lies quiet on the porch.
The horse is cropping the lawn.
The last gold crowns of calendula
flame up at me. There is fresh
strong coffee in my cup.
The night granted me good sleep.
The air is so soft it embraces.
I see my life just now as a
precious glass butterfly in my open palm.
I pick her up with love.
J. Pratt-Walter
© 2019
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