i saw the mule deer dancing
i heard the aspen quaking
singing
to the light of the sun
the spin of the earth
and my feet skipped
to the throbbing rhythm
of the breathing
symphonic reeling
of Creation
until i came upon a meadow
of waist-high sunflowers
of knee-high dandelions
ready to explode
and took my boots off
and walked barefoot into the green
grass and wildflowers
leaving behind footprints
of un-uttered gratitude
and surrendered
to the wind's playful beckoning
and buried myself like a mustard seed
beneath the penny-less topsoil.
Author notes
restored for summer list. unedited.
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