Now some breezes move the tree leaves they dance with their unseen partners and a butterfly keeps her own time for them the water the water waves in friendly response while the grasses bask in the sun and the shadows mark old Sol’s movements.
:- Doug.
Imagine the orbs
as spirits of those who went before
& those who come after
their twinkling when they come & go
being a speaking to us
if we would attend
or maybe signifying nothing but their travel
through space & time
their endless & growing number
moving in redshifts
might tell us
true is some of our imagination
:- Doug.
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