a dear walk

one must walk in the woods to understand

that he isn’t really alone

it’s you and your voice talking to the birds

as they are your friends

the great mass they don’t understand

I’m sure they’d heckle

but they aren’t like me and you

they would never walk to where

we love to go the most

and dream

feeling the breeze

passing the time

on this bench

on top of such lovely grass

such as it is.

 

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